1 4 AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



XLIV. 



No crown wears he of Art's design, 

 No symbol of the right divine 



His noble form investing ; 

 Those ample brows in fire enshrined 

 Declare the empire of the mind, 



Its sov'reignty attesting. 



XLV. 



A poet in the truest sense, 

 The voice of whose intelligence 



Prevails o'er hill and hollow ; 

 With lofty impulses and grand 

 Inspiriting our fatherland, 



The high priest of Apollo 



XLVI. 

 The angler How of thy rivers staid and scared, 



descanteth -n 11 > j r i i r i- > j 



on the rivers Robo d of their life their song impair d, 



of Fife, and 



their vicissi- Shall I recount the glory, 



tudes. 



King-honour'd Fife ! whose sturdy thanes 

 Hurl'd back the yellow-bearded Danes 

 Into the surges hoary 1 



XLVII. 



Among the beautiful, their names 

 Will live, coeval with the Thames, 



As tuneful and engaging , 

 Leven ! whose liquid syllables 

 Flow forth as from untroubled wells, 



Heart-moving, grief-assuaging. 



