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1825.
1825.
ORIGINAL POEMS. 335
Nor, though I might, could love avail
To chain the swift-decaying houi-s ? —
As pulses in our temples fail,
Although we wreathe them round with flowers.
Age now advances — loveless, vile.
Age, sullen, torpid, cold, severe —
When pleasure pelds no grateful smile.
And pain brings no relieving tear.
THE LADYE THAT I LOVE.
Were I a doughty cavalier,
On fire for high-born dame,
With sword and lance I would not fear
To win a warrior's fame :
But since no more stern deeds of blood
The gentle fan* may move,
I'll woo in softer, better mood,
The ladye that I love.
For helmet bright with steel and gold,
And plumes that flout the sky,
I'll w^ear a soul of hardier mould,
And thoughts that sweep as high :
For scarf athwart my corslet cast,
AVith her fair name y-wove,
I'll have her pictm-ed in my breast,
The ladye that I love.
No crested steed through battle throng
Shall bear me bravely on.
But pride shall make my spirit strong,
Where honours may be won :
Amidst the great of mind and heart,
My prowess I will prove,
And thus I'll wdn by gentler art
The ladye that I love.
TO THE BELL-ROCK LIGHTHOUSE.
Strange fancies rise at sight of thee,
Towner of the dim and silent sea.
Art thou a thing of earth or sky.
Upshot from beneath, or let down from on high ?
1825.
ORIGINAL POEMS. 335
Nor, though I might, could love avail
To chain the swift-decaying houi-s ? —
As pulses in our temples fail,
Although we wreathe them round with flowers.
Age now advances — loveless, vile.
Age, sullen, torpid, cold, severe —
When pleasure pelds no grateful smile.
And pain brings no relieving tear.
THE LADYE THAT I LOVE.
Were I a doughty cavalier,
On fire for high-born dame,
With sword and lance I would not fear
To win a warrior's fame :
But since no more stern deeds of blood
The gentle fan* may move,
I'll woo in softer, better mood,
The ladye that I love.
For helmet bright with steel and gold,
And plumes that flout the sky,
I'll w^ear a soul of hardier mould,
And thoughts that sweep as high :
For scarf athwart my corslet cast,
AVith her fair name y-wove,
I'll have her pictm-ed in my breast,
The ladye that I love.
No crested steed through battle throng
Shall bear me bravely on.
But pride shall make my spirit strong,
Where honours may be won :
Amidst the great of mind and heart,
My prowess I will prove,
And thus I'll wdn by gentler art
The ladye that I love.
TO THE BELL-ROCK LIGHTHOUSE.
Strange fancies rise at sight of thee,
Towner of the dim and silent sea.
Art thou a thing of earth or sky.
Upshot from beneath, or let down from on high ?
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| Early Gaelic Book Collections > J. F. Campbell Collection > Popular rhymes of Scotland > (345) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/81378734 |
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| Description | Original poems / by Robert Chambers. |
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| Shelfmark | Cam.1.f.9 |
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| Description | Volumes from a collection of 610 books rich in Highland folklore, Ossianic literature and other Celtic subjects. Many of the books annotated by John Francis Campbell of Islay, who assembled the collection. |
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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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