ON LEAVING A VILLAGE IN SCOTLAND. 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 pp. 9-10.

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ON LEAVING A VILLAGE IN SCOTLAND . Clysdale ! as thy romantic vales I leave , And bid farewell to each retiring hill , Where musing memory seems to linger still , Tracing the broad bright landscape ; much I grieve That , mingled with the toiling crowd , no more I may return your varied views to mark , Of rocks amid the sunshine towering dark , Of rivers winding wild , There is a wildness almost fantastic in the view of the river from Stirling Castle , the course of which is seen for many miles , making a thousand turnings . or mountains hoar , Or castle gleaming on the distant steep ! — Yet many a look back on thy hills I cast , And many a softened image of the past Sadly combine , and bid remembrance keep , To soothe me with fair scenes , and fancies rude , When I pursue my path in solitude .