Where, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochils rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering eyes; As one who by some savage stream A lonely gem surveys, Astonish'd, doubly marks it beam With art's most polish'd blaze. Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, And blest the day and hour, Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd, When first I felt their pow'r! The tyrant Death, with grim control, May seize my fleeting breath; But tearing Peggy from my soul Must be a stronger death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INCENSE BURNER by ABUS SALT UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WENDELL PHILLIPS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN ENOUGH by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |