On Ettrick's banks, her Doric lays The shepherd's muse sat sweetly singing, Till Scotia's raptured meed of praise O'er all her hills and glens was ringing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS APRIL by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!; A LEGEND OF PALESTINE AND -- WEST KENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |