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LINES TO CROOKSTON CASTLE.
Thou proud memorial of a former age,
Time-ruined Crookston ! Not in all our land —
Romantic with a noble heritage
Of feudal halls, in ruin sternly grand —
More beautiful doth tower or castle stand
Than thou, as oft the lingering traveller tells ;
And none more varied sympathies command :
Though, where the warrior dwelt, the raven dwells,
With tenderness, thy tale, the rudest bosom swells.
Over the soul that pleasing sadness steals,
Wliich trembles like a wild harp's dying fall.
When Fancy's recreative eye reveals
To him, lone musing by thy mouldering wall,
What warriors thronged, what joy rung through thy hall,
When royal Mary — yet unstained by crime,
And with love's golden scejDtre ruling all —
Made thee her bridal home. There seems to shine
Still o'er thee splendours shed at that high gorgeous time.
How dark a moral, shades and chills the heart.
When gazing on thy dreary deep decay :
To think what thou hast been, what now thou art !
Bleak desolation holds a reckless sway.
Where pomp and grandeur marshalled their array,
And gallant crowded many a noble guest.
Till all was splendour, joy, and revelry ;
And Beauty smiled within thy sheltering breast.
Lulled in Love's radiant dreams of pure celestial rest.
LINES TO CROOKSTON CASTLE.
Thou proud memorial of a former age,
Time-ruined Crookston ! Not in all our land —
Romantic with a noble heritage
Of feudal halls, in ruin sternly grand —
More beautiful doth tower or castle stand
Than thou, as oft the lingering traveller tells ;
And none more varied sympathies command :
Though, where the warrior dwelt, the raven dwells,
With tenderness, thy tale, the rudest bosom swells.
Over the soul that pleasing sadness steals,
Wliich trembles like a wild harp's dying fall.
When Fancy's recreative eye reveals
To him, lone musing by thy mouldering wall,
What warriors thronged, what joy rung through thy hall,
When royal Mary — yet unstained by crime,
And with love's golden scejDtre ruling all —
Made thee her bridal home. There seems to shine
Still o'er thee splendours shed at that high gorgeous time.
How dark a moral, shades and chills the heart.
When gazing on thy dreary deep decay :
To think what thou hast been, what now thou art !
Bleak desolation holds a reckless sway.
Where pomp and grandeur marshalled their array,
And gallant crowded many a noble guest.
Till all was splendour, joy, and revelry ;
And Beauty smiled within thy sheltering breast.
Lulled in Love's radiant dreams of pure celestial rest.
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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