Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROB ROY'S REPLY TO FRANCIS OSBAL-DISTONE, by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON First Line: The heather I trod while breathing on earth Last Line: If the tops of my hills to my dim eye were lost. | ||||||||
The heather I trod while breathing on earth, Must bloom o'er my grave in the land of my birth; My warm heart would shrink like the fern in the frost, If the tops of my hills to my dim eye were lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG (1) by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON A SONG (2) by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON A SONG (IN IMITATION OF THE SCOTCH) by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON A VIEW OF DEATH by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON ALONZO AND IMANEL by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON AMERICA by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON AMERICAN POETRY; A FRAGMENT by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON AMIR KHAN by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON AN ACROSTIC: THE MOON by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON AN ACROSTIC: THE SUN by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |
|