...evinced. Yet I came back to my own New England with a fonder love and a higher appreciation than ever. "Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand...

...naturally by his love of the mists, clouds and fogs and all out-of-doors life. He was born in that " 'Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood. . . . ' and his fellow townsman, Sir Walter might have added " 'Land of engineers and much east wind.'...

...hour, that I am come back not only to the land of beautiful natural characteristics, not only to the ' Land of brown heath and shaggy wood. Land of the mountain and the flood '— (applause) — but I am come back to that which is better still, to the land which has that prerogative...

...Hebe ; the average Highlander, especially if an exile, would revel in pictorial reminders of the " Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood," the Norwegian in the scenery of his rugged Fjords, trie Dutchman in the flat and foggy picturesqueness...

...doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung. O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic...and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood. Here we have a whole nexus of motifs: the wanderer in danger of losing native roots, nostalgia for...

...Enjoyment in acknowledg'd 111: Danger and Toil and Pain. 6 Adieu dear Mr. Whalley; you are treading Old Caledonia Stern and wild Meet Nurse for a Poetic Child, Land of Brown Heath and shaggy Wood &c. 7 I should not wonder if you met Lord and Lady Keith in your Rambles; they are gone Northward,...

...doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung, O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic...and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!...

...ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand!. . . O Caledonia! Stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic...and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!...

...patriotism which epitomised his historically romantic ardour in the Lay of the Last Minstrel (1 805): Oh Caledonia! Stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic...and shaggy wood, Land of the Mountain and the Flood, Land of my Sires! What Mortal Hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!...

...been provoked by the ladies' suggestion of England as a possible prosperous home for his last years: O Caledonia! Stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic...and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!...