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Literary Quotes: The Highlands and Glens
From
The Lady of the Lake Canto 1: The Chase
by Sir Walter Scott, 1810 |
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The
noble stag was pausing now,
Upon the mountain’s southern brow,
Where broad extended, far beneath,
The varied realms of fair Mentieth.
With anxious eye he wandered o’er
Mountain and meadow, moss and moor,
And pondered refuge from his toil
By far Lochard or Aberfoyle.
But nearer was the copsewood gray
That waved and wept on Loch Achray,
And mingled with the pine-trees blue
On the bold cliffs of Benvenue. |
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From
My Heart’s in the Highlands
by Robert Burns 1789 |
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My
heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer-
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. |
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From
Heartland
by John MacKay, published by Luath Press, 2004 |
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Out
on a promontory there was a pile of stones that in a different
millennium had been the hideaway chapel of a hermit priest. A
large stone slab on the moor covered the resting place of an unknown
seaman from another century. Regular folds in the ground where
the grass grew greenest had been the food-providing lazybeds of
his forebears. Carefully constructed cairns stood on the hilltops,
tributes to people lost in time. And all about, ruins of the old
houses, where once there had been ceilidhs and warmth and life. |
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