THE TWEED VISITED. William Lisle Bowles Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Bowles, William Lisle, 1762-1850. The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. I. With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan. Edinburgh James Nichol, 9 North Bank Street... 1855 p. 9.

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THE TWEED VISITED . O Tweed ! a stranger , that with wandering feet O'er hill and dale has journeyed many a mile , ( If so his weary thoughts he might beguile ) , Delighted turns thy stranger-stream to greet . The waving branches that romantic bend O'er thy tall banks a soothing charm bestow ; The murmurs of thy wandering wave below Seem like the converse of some long-lost friend . Delightful stream ! though now along thy shore , When spring returns in all her wonted pride , The distant pastoral pipe is heard no more ; Alluding to the simple and affecting pastoral strains for which Scotland has been so long celebrated . I need not mention Lochaber , the Braes of Bellendine , Tweedside , et cet . Yet here while laverocks sing could I abide , Far from the stormy world's contentious roar , To muse upon thy banks at eventide .