In Praise of Balgeddie - by
I.
/ I sing of a spot,
/ Tho’ the warld knows it not,
/ And it’s nae…
pastoral
Yon Toun - by
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Clyde - by
extract from ‘Falls of Clyde’, part of the the poem ‘Clyde’
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/ Where ancient Corehouse hangs above the stream,
/ And far…
The Banks of Fleet - by
I sing the bonny banks o Fleet,
/ Where Nature spreads her various treasure;…
‘Old Strevline’ - by
Old Strevline, thou stand’st beauteous on the height,
/ Amid thy peaceful vales of every dye,
/ Amid bewildered waves of silvery…
Spring - by
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing.
Loch Thom - by
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/ Just for the sake of recovering
/ I walked backward from fifty-six
/ Quick years of age wanting to see,
/ And managed not to trip…