Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Glen-Shalloch | | Farewell to Glen-Shalloch | | James Hogg (1770–1835) |
| | | FAREWELL to Glen-Shalloch, | |
| A farewell forever! | |
| Farewell to my wee cot, | |
| That stands by the river! | |
| The fall is loud sounding | 5 |
| In voices that vary, | |
| And the echoes surrounding | |
| Lament with my Mary. | |
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| I saw her last night, | |
| Mid the rocks that enclose them, | 10 |
| With a babe at her knee, | |
| And a babe at her bosom: | |
| I heard her sweet voice | |
| In the depth of my slumber, | |
| And the song that she sung | 15 |
| Was of sorrow and cumber. | |
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| “Sleep sound, my sweet babe, | |
| There is naught to alarm thee; | |
| The sons of the valley | |
| No power have to harm thee. | 20 |
| I ’ll sing thee to rest | |
| In the balloch untrodden, | |
| With the coronach sad | |
| For the slain of Culloden. | |
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| “The brave were betrayed, | 25 |
| And the tyrant is daring | |
| To trample and waste us, | |
| Unpitying, unsparing. | |
| Thy mother no voice has, | |
| No feeling that changes, | 30 |
| No word, sign, or song, | |
| But the lesson of vengeance. | |
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| “I ’ll tell thee, my son, | |
| How our laurels are withering; | |
| I ’ll gird on thy sword | 35 |
| When the clansmen are gathering; | |
| I ’ll bid thee go forth | |
| In the cause of true honor, | |
| And never return | |
| Till thy country hath won her. | 40 |
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| “Our tower of devotion | |
| Is the home of the reaver; | |
| The pride of the ocean | |
| Is fallen forever; | |
| The pine of the forest, | 45 |
| That time could not weaken, | |
| Is trod in the dust, | |
| And its honors are shaken. | |
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| “Rise, spirits of yore, | |
| Ever dauntless in danger! | 50 |
| For the land that was yours | |
| Is the land of the stranger. | |
| O, come from your caverns, | |
| All bloodless and hoary, | |
| And these fiends of the valley | 55 |
| Shall tremble before ye!” | | | | |
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