Whose is that noble, dauntless brow? And whose that eye of fire? And whose that generous princely mien, E'en rooted foes admire? Stranger! to justly show that brow, And mark that eye of fire, Would take His hand, whose vernal tints His other works admire. Bright as a cloudless summer sun, With stately port he moves; His guardian Seraph eyes with awe The noble Ward he loves. Among the illustrious Scottish sons That chief thou may'st discern, Mark Scotia's fond-returning eye, -- It dwells upon Glencairn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE by THOMAS HARDY A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE FUGITIVE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA MATER DOLOROSA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |