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His were the snowy flocks that stray'd Adowa Glen-Airtney ' s forest glade ; Ami his , the goat and chestnut hind . Where proud Ben-Vorlich cleaves the wind ; There oft , whea beams of summer shone , The bard would sit , and muse alone , Of innocence , expell'd by man ; Of Nature's fair and wondrous plan ;
Of the eternal theme sublime , Of visions seen in ancient time , Till his rapt soul would leave her home In visionary worlds to roam . Then would the mists that wander'd by Seem hovering spirits to his eye ; Then would the breeze ' s whistling sweep , Soft lulling in the cavern deep , Seem to the enthusiasms dreaming ear The words of spirits whisper'd near . ' ( VoL i . pp . 173 , 175 . )
We have no objection to this spiritualization of the visible world ; and we half suspect that it is not quite understood to what high uses it is capable of being applied . Can we think too much of the mystic holiness of that temple in which we believe the Divinity to be continually present ? We now proceed to the Legend , apologizing , as far as we can , for the length of our extracts- We cannot help it , —our readers must transfer their complaints to the poet , —they glance from our innocent self , like the Norman ' s arrow , from the stag to the king . The poem opens with that easy consciousness of power , with which v ? e have seen a swan slide herself off upon the receiving river .
Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen , But it wasna to meet Duneira ' s men , Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see , For Kitmeny was pure as pure could be : It was only to hear the Yorlin sing , And pu' the cress-flower round the spring ; The scarlet hypp and the hindberrye , And the nuts that hang frae the hazel tree ; For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be . But lang may her minny look o ' er the wa \ And lang- may she seek i * the greenwood shaw ; Lang- the laird of Duneira blame , And lang , lang greet or Kilmeny came hame !
When many a day had come and fled . When grief grew calm , and hope was dead % When mass for KJlmeny ' s soul had been sung , When the bedesman had prayed , and the dead bell rung , Late , late in a gloaaun , when all was still , When the fringe was red on the west ] in bill ,
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1832, page 623, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1820/page/47/
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