Come, my auld, towzy, trusty friend, 



Let's speed to Queensb'ry's lofty height : 



All warldly cares we'll leave behind, 

 An' onward look to days more bright. 



While gazing o'er the Lowland dales, 

 Despondence on the breeze shall flee ; 



An' muses leave their native vales 

 To scale the clouds wi' you an' me. 



James Hogg, " The Ettrick Shepherd? 



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A BARKING sound the shepherd hears, 

 x *- A cry as of a dog or fox ; 

 He halts and searches with his eyes 

 Among the scattered rocks : 

 And now at distance can discern 

 A stirring in a brake of fern ; 

 And instantly a dog is seen, 

 Glancing through that covert green. 



The dog is not of mountain breed ; 



Its motions, too, are wild and shy ; 



With something, as the shepherd thinks, 



Unusual in its cry : 



Nor is there any one in sight 



All round, in hollow or on height ; 



1 See Helvellyn, p. 135. 

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