Where, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochils rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering eyes; As one who by some savage stream A lonely gem surveys, Astonish'd, doubly marks it beam With art's most polish'd blaze. Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, And blest the day and hour, Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd, When first I felt their pow'r! The tyrant Death, with grim control, May seize my fleeting breath; But tearing Peggy from my soul Must be a stronger death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLIN AND LUCY by THOMAS TICKELL CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER SANDY STAR: 1. SCULPTURED WORSHIP by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |