Poem by David Macbeth Moir

Edinburgh

     (From Mary’s Mount)

TRACED like a map the landscape lies
In cultured beauty stretching wide;
There Pentland’s green acclivities;
There ocean, with its azure tide;
There Arthur’s Seat; and gleaming through
Thy southern wing, Dunedin blue!
While in the orient, Lammer’s daughters,
A distant giant range, are seen,
North Berwick Law, with cone of green,
And Bass amid the waters.

1. Lines Written in the Isle of Bute
2. Thomson’s Birthplace
3. Langside
4. Kelburn Castle
5. An Evening Sketch

Alexander Smith Edinburgh ("EDINA, high in heaven wan")

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