Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase 5 That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities, Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass Untouched, unbreathed upon. Thrice happy quest, If from a golden perch of aspen spray 10 VII. THE pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute; The Roman kilt, degraded to a toy 5 Of quaint apparel for a half-spoilt boy; Among the conquests of civility, 10 VIII. COMPOSED IN THE GLEN OF LOCH ETIVE. "THIS Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose walls, Rock-built, are hung with rainbow-coloured mists Of far-stretched Meres whose salt flood never rests 4 Of tuneful Caves and playful Waterfalls— 9 Where Fancy entertains becoming guests; Has been diverted, other lessons taught, That make the Patriot-spirit bow her head Where the all-conquering Roman feared to tread. IX. EAGLES. Composed at Dunollie Castle in the Bay of Oban. DISHONOURED Rock and Ruin! that, by law Tyrannic, keep the Bird of Jove embarred Like a lone criminal whose life is spared. Vexed is he, and screams loud. The last I saw Was on the wing; stooping, he struck with awe Man, bird, and beast; then, with a consort paired, 6 From a bold headland, their loved aery's guard, Flew high above Atlantic waves, to draw Light from the fountain of the setting sun. Such was this Prisoner once; and when his plumes ΙΟ The sea-blast ruffles as the storm comes on, His power, his beauty, and his majesty. X. IN THE SOUND OF MULL. TRADITION, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw On rock and ruin darkening as we go,— show 5 What crimes from hate, or desperate love, have sprung; From honour misconceived, or fancied wrong, What feuds, not quenched but fed by mutual woe. Yet, though a wild vindictive Race, untamed Men, ΙΟ Who, to spread wide the reverence they claimed For patriarchal occupations, named Yon towering Peaks, Shepherds of Etive 'In Gaelic, Buachaill Eite. XI. SUGGESTED AT TYNDRUM IN A STORM. ENOUGH of garlands, of the Arcadian crook, 5 Into a vacant mind. Can written book XII. THE EARL OF BREADALBANE'S RUINED MANSION, AND FAMILY BURIAL-PLACE, NEAR KILLIN. WELL sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains Thoughtful and sad, the "narrow house." No style Of fond sepulchral flattery can beguile Grief of her sting; nor cheat, where he detains To be looked down upon by ancient hills, XIII. 66 REST AND BE THANKFUL!" At the Head of Glencroe. DOUBLING and doubling with laborious walk, Who, that has gained at length the wished-for Height, This brief this simple way-side Call can slight, And rests not thankful? Whether cheered by talk With some loved friend, or by the unseen hawk Whistling to clouds and sky-born streams, that shine 6 ΙΟ At the sun's outbreak, as with light divine, Win rest, and ease, and peace, with bliss that XIV. HIGHLAND HUT. SEE what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built Cot, Whose smoke, forth-issuing whence and how it may, |