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Scotland Steve Cochrane	The Scottish wind is calling me As it blows hard across the sea. And calls my name quite loud. It says to me, inside my mind, "There is no...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Adventure in the Life of King James V of Scotland William Topaz McGonagall	On one occasion King James the Fifth of Scotland, when alone, in disguise, Near by the Bridge of Cramond met with rather a disagreeable...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Ode To The King, At His Returning From Scotland To The Queen, After His Coronation There Sir Henry Wotton	Rouse up thy self, my gentle Muse, Though now our green conceits be gray, And yet once more do not refuse To take thy Phrygian Harp, and play In...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
For Scotland Robert Fuller Murray	Beyond the Firth of Forth, My memory returns at speed To Scotland and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Scotland's Rannoch Moor conductor	In Scotland's Rannoch Moor, where nature thrives, A diverse wildlife population comes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lines of South Scotland James McIntyre	The South of Scotland did produce Heroic Wallace and the Bruce, And even time will never blot The record of her Burns and Scott, And Tannahil...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lines On The North Of Scotland James McIntyre	Lines on the North of Scotland, delivered in Embro nearly a quarter of a century...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Loch Lomond, William Wordsworth	I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, William Wordsworth	THOUGHTS SUGGESTED THE DAY FOLLOWING, ON THE BANKS OF NITH, NEAR THE POET'S...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 William Wordsworth	Now we are tired of boisterous joy, Have romped enough, my little Boy! Jane hangs her head upon my breast, And you shall bring your stool and rest;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 I. Departure From The Vale Of Grasmere, August 1803 William Wordsworth	THE gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains Might sometimes covet dissoluble chains; Even for the tenants of the zone that lies Beyond the stars,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roy’s Grave . William Wordsworth	And Scotland has a thief as good, An outlaw of as daring mood; She has her brave ROB...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Sonnet Composed At ---- Castle William Wordsworth	DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord! Whom mere despite of heart could so far please, And love of havoc, (for with such disease Fame taxes him,)...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Yarrow Unvisited William Wordsworth	FROM Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when we came...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XIV. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale William Wordsworth	FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale! Say that we come, and come by this day's light; Fly upon swiftest wing round field and height, But...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 VI. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen William Wordsworth	IN this still place, remote from men, Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW GLEN; In this still place, where murmurs on But one meek streamlet, only one: He...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Leaving A Village In Scotland William Lisle Bowles	Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave, And bid farewell to each retiring hill, Where musing memory seems to linger still, Tracing the broad bright...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Prologue to His Royal Highness, Upon His First Appearance at the Duke's Theatre After His Return from Scotland. John Dryden	In those cold regions which no summers cheer, Where brooding darkness covers half the year, To hollow caves the shivering natives go, Bears range...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Scotland 1941 Edwin Muir	We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read the folio of our fable, Peruse the sword, the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Scotland my home conductor	Scotland, my home, where I was born and bred Where the saltire flies high above my head Where the bagpipes sound and the kilts are worn Where the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Scotland's Winter Edwin Muir	Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter casket, And sweeps his arctic sword across the sky....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Upon the Kings happy return from Scotland Henry King	So breaks the day when the returning Sun Hath newly through his Winter Tropick run, As You (Great Sir!) in this regress come forth From the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
VII. At a Village in Scotland.... William Lisle Bowles	O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave, And bid farewell to each retiring hill, Where thoughtful fancy seems to linger still, Tracing the broad...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bye Bye Scotland Bye Bye Scotland	"Toot, Toot, oh what a hoot, bye bye your Scotch nation. As we implement our Grand English Plantation And there'll be no need for a Scotch Railway...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)

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