Written with a PENCIL over the CHIMNEYPIECE, in the PARLOUR of the INN at KENMORE, TAYMOUTH.

ADMIRING
DMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,
These northern scenes with weary feet I trace;
O'er many a winding dale and painful steep,
Th' abodes of covey'd grouse and timid sheep,
My favage journey, curious, I pursue,
Till fam'd Breadalbane opens to my view.-
The meeting cliffs each deep-funk glen di-
vides,

The woods, wild-fcatter'd, clothe their ample

fides;

Th'

Th' outstretching lake, imbofomed 'mong the

hills,

The eye with wonder and amazement fills;
The Tay meand'ring fweet in infant pride,
The palace rifing on his verdant fide;
The lawns wood-fring'd in Nature's native
taste;

The hillocks dropt in Nature's careless haste;
The arches ftriding o'er the new-born ftream;
The village glittering in the noontide beam-

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Poetic ardors in my bofom fwell,

Lone wand'ring by the hermit's moffy cell: The sweeping theatre of hanging woods;

Th' inceffant roar of headlong tumbling floods

Here, to the wrongs of Fate half reconcil'd, Misfortune's lighten'd fteps might wander

wild;

And Disappointment, in these lonely bounds, Find balm to footh her bitter rankling wounds: Here heart-ftruck Grief might heav'nward ftretch her fcan,

And injur'd Worth forget and pardon man.

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Written

Written with a PENCIL, ftanding by the FALL of FYERS, near LOCH-NESS.

AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his moffy floods; Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,

Where, thro' a fhapeless breach, his ftream refounds.

As high in air the bursting torrents flow,

As deep recoiling furges foam below,

Prone down the rock the whitening fheet de

fcends,

And viewlefs Echo's ear, aftonished, rends.

VOL. II.

Dim-feen,

Dim-seen, through rifing mifts and ceaseless

fhow'rs,

The hoary cavern, wide-furrounding, low'rs. Still thro' the gap the struggling river toils, And ftill, below, the horrid caldron boils

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On