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LOCH-IN-DAAL. 21 J
I must forget myself before
Thy beauties fade to me.
Those deep blue hills that rise afar,
Like giants straight and high,
Delightedly I 've looked on them
With childhood's dazzled eye ;
And now I look on thee again
What old, old things come by.
Oh! many long past things that haunt
Thy banks, and fields, and ways ;
A thousand forms of tender things
My heart-touched feelings raise
Around thee here, on which youth's sun,
With noontide lustre, plays.
Old friends who now are none for me
Still haunt thy changeless shore;
And friends, alas! who now are gone,
Where we meet not as of yore ;
And friends, thank God, who still are friends,
Just as they were before.
And men and matrons — maids and youths,
Who were no friends at all ;
They too come flocking to my side,
With or without a call:
The old, the young, the grave, the gay —
The short ones and the tall.
They troop into the village streets —
They stand as oft they stood,
Round the street-corners, talking long
Of bad things and of good ;
For the flippant and the wise were there-
The civil and the rude.
I must forget myself before
Thy beauties fade to me.
Those deep blue hills that rise afar,
Like giants straight and high,
Delightedly I 've looked on them
With childhood's dazzled eye ;
And now I look on thee again
What old, old things come by.
Oh! many long past things that haunt
Thy banks, and fields, and ways ;
A thousand forms of tender things
My heart-touched feelings raise
Around thee here, on which youth's sun,
With noontide lustre, plays.
Old friends who now are none for me
Still haunt thy changeless shore;
And friends, alas! who now are gone,
Where we meet not as of yore ;
And friends, thank God, who still are friends,
Just as they were before.
And men and matrons — maids and youths,
Who were no friends at all ;
They too come flocking to my side,
With or without a call:
The old, the young, the grave, the gay —
The short ones and the tall.
They troop into the village streets —
They stand as oft they stood,
Round the street-corners, talking long
Of bad things and of good ;
For the flippant and the wise were there-
The civil and the rude.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Blair Collection > Selections from the Gaelic bards > (239) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/75752507 |
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Description | A selection of books from a collection of more than 500 titles, mostly on religious and literary topics. Also includes some material dealing with other Celtic languages and societies. Collection created towards the end of the 19th century by Lady Evelyn Stewart Murray. |
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Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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