"Nor cleed your little heart in steel, / For Nature bade the lintie feel"
— Gall, Richard (1776-1801)
Author
Work Title
Date
1819
Metaphor
"Nor cleed your little heart in steel, / For Nature bade the lintie feel"
Metaphor in Context
Return, fond Muse, frae haunts sae fair;
To Lothian's shore return ance mair;
An' let thy lyre be sweetly strung,
For peerless Esk remains unsung.
Romantic stream! what sweets combine
To deck ilk bank an' bower o' thine!
For now the sun, wi' cheerfu' rays,
Glows saft o'er a' thy woody braes,
Whare mony a native wild-flower's seen,
'Mang birks, an' briers, an' ivy green,
An' a' the woodland chorists sing,
Or gleesome flit on wanton wing,
Save whare the lintie mournfully
Sabs sair aneath the rowan tree,
To see her nest an' young anes a'
By thoughtless reaver borne awa.
Return, return the mourner's care,
An' ease the bosom o' despair,
Nor cleed your little heart in steel,
For Nature bade the lintie feel.
Go mark the maid whase gentle breast
Spreads for the tunefu' thrang a feast,
Weel pleased to tak her sweet reward
Frae ilka little sylvan bard.
To Lothian's shore return ance mair;
An' let thy lyre be sweetly strung,
For peerless Esk remains unsung.
Romantic stream! what sweets combine
To deck ilk bank an' bower o' thine!
For now the sun, wi' cheerfu' rays,
Glows saft o'er a' thy woody braes,
Whare mony a native wild-flower's seen,
'Mang birks, an' briers, an' ivy green,
An' a' the woodland chorists sing,
Or gleesome flit on wanton wing,
Save whare the lintie mournfully
Sabs sair aneath the rowan tree,
To see her nest an' young anes a'
By thoughtless reaver borne awa.
Return, return the mourner's care,
An' ease the bosom o' despair,
Nor cleed your little heart in steel,
For Nature bade the lintie feel.
Go mark the maid whase gentle breast
Spreads for the tunefu' thrang a feast,
Weel pleased to tak her sweet reward
Frae ilka little sylvan bard.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "heart" and "steel" in HDIS (Poetry); found again "bosom"
Date of Entry
06/09/2005
