"Sir, I should build me a fortification, if I came to live here." --BOSWELL'S Johnson.
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.
Keramos and Other Poems 1878
A Book of Sonnets. Part II
- Nature
- In the Churchyard at Tarrytown
- Eliot's Oak
- The Descent of the Muses
- Venice
- The Poets
- Parker Cleaveland
- The Harvest Moon
- To the River Rhone
- The Three Silences of Molinos
- The Two Rivers
- Boston
- St. John's, Cambridge
- Moods
- Woodstock Park
- The Four Princesses at Wilna
- Holidays
- Wapentake
- The Broken Oar
Birds of Passage. Flight the Fifth