"Sir, I should build me a fortification, if I came to live here." --BOSWELL'S @3Johnson@1. On the green little isle of Inchkenneth, Who is it that walks by the shore, So gay with his Highland blue bonnet, So brave with his targe and claymore? His form is the form of a giant, But his face wears an aspect of pain; Can this be the Laird of Inchkenneth? Can this be Sir Allan McLean? Ah, no! It is only the Rambler, The Idler, who lives in Bolt Court, And who says, were he Laird of Inchkenneth, He would wall himself round with a fort. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS TROY PARK: 5. THE CAT by EDITH SITWELL AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE DESERTED VILLAGE by OLIVER GOLDSMITH STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by REGINALD HEBER MODERN LOVE: 30 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: JENNY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |