Books and other items printed in Gaelic from 1801 to 1840 > Poems in English, Scotch, and Gaelic, on various subjects

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Remov'd aloof the steel spring'd blade,
The bow and lance, the mail and shield,
And ev'ry emblem far has fled.
And trophy of the chase and field.
Perhaps a godlike patriot here,
The friend of man, th' oppressor's foe:
Or was't the tyrant in his sphere.
That spread around him death and woe?
But no response to solve the doubt—
The Bard's in dust that sung their reign;
Oblivion's raven wings spread out
In dubious gloom involve the scene.
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Yes, time ev'n wastes the mountains down.
And hills and stubborn rocks decay.
And splendid trophies of renown
Fly hence beyond the reach of day.