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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roy’s Grave .</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood,<br>The English ballad-singer's joy!<br>And Scotland has a thief as good,<br>An outlaw of as daring mood;<br>She has her brave ROB ROY!<br>Then clear the weeds from off his Grave,<br>And let us chant a passing stave,<br>In honour of that Hero brave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart<br>And wondrous length and strength of arm: <br>Nor craved he more to quell his foes,<br>Or keep his friends from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave;<br>Forgive me if the phrase be strong;--<br>A Poet worthy of Rob Roy<br>Must scorn a timid song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, then, that he was 'wise' as brave;<br>As wise in thought as bold in deed:<br>For in the principles of things<br>'He' sought his moral creed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said generous Rob, 'What need of books?<br>Burn all the statutes and their shelves:<br>They stir us up against our kind;<br>And worse, against ourselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We have a passion--make a law,<br>Too false to guide us or control!<br>And for the law itself we fight<br>In bitterness of soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose<br>Distinctions that are plain and few: <br>These find I graven on my heart:<br>'That' tells me what to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The creatures see of flood and field,<br>And those that travel on the wind!<br>With them no strife can last; they live<br>In peace, and peace of mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For why?--because the good old rule<br>Sufficeth them, the simple plan,<br>That they should take, who have the power,<br>And they should keep who can. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A lesson that is quickly learned,<br>A signal this which all can see!<br>Thus nothing here provokes the strong<br>To wanton cruelty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All freakishness of mind is checked;<br>He tamed, who foolishly aspires;<br>While to the measure of his might<br>Each fashions his desires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All kinds, and creatures, stand and fall<br>By strength of prowess or of wit: <br>'Tis God's appointment who must sway,<br>And who is to submit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Since, then, the rule of right is plain,<br>And longest life is but a day;<br>To have my ends, maintain my rights,<br>I'll take the shortest way.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus among these rocks he lived,<br>Through summer heat and winter snow:<br>The Eagle, he was lord above,<br>And Rob was lord below. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So was it--'would', at least, have been<br>But through untowardness of fate;<br>For Polity was then too strong--<br>He came an age too late;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or shall we say an age too soon?<br>For, were the bold Man living 'now',<br>How might he flourish in his pride,<br>With buds on every bough!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then rents and factors, rights of chase,<br>Sheriffs, and lairds and their domains, <br>Would all have seemed but paltry things,<br>Not worth a moment's pains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rob Roy had never lingered here,<br>To these few meagre Vales confined;<br>But thought how wide the world, the times<br>How fairly to his mind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to his Sword he would have said,<br>Do Thou my sovereign will enact<br>From land to land through half the earth!<br>Judge thou of law and fact! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Tis fit that we should do our part,<br>Becoming, that mankind should learn<br>That we are not to be surpassed<br>In fatherly concern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of old things all are over old,<br>Of good things none are good enough:--<br>We'll show that we can help to frame<br>A world of other stuff.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I, too, will have my kings that take<br>From me the sign of life and death: <br>Kingdoms shall shift about, like clouds,<br>Obedient to my breath.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, if the word had been fulfilled,<br>As 'might' have been, then, thought of joy!<br>France would have had her present Boast,<br>And we our own Rob Roy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! say not so; compare them not;<br>I would not wrong thee, Champion brave!<br>Would wrong thee nowhere; least of all<br>Here standing by thy grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Thou, although with some wild thoughts,<br>Wild Chieftain of a savage Clan!<br>Hadst this to boast of; thou didst love<br>The 'liberty' of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, had it been thy lot to live<br>With us who now behold the light,<br>Thou would'st have nobly stirred thyself,<br>And battled for the Right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thou wert still the poor man's stay,<br>The poor man's heart, the poor man's hand; <br>And all the oppressed, who wanted strength,<br>Had thine at their command.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bear witness many a pensive sigh<br>Of thoughtful Herdsman when he strays<br>Alone upon Loch Veol's heights,<br>And by Loch Lomond's braes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, far and near, through vale and hill,<br>Are faces that attest the same;<br>The proud heart flashing through the eyes,<br>At sound of ROB ROY'S name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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The English ballad-singer's joy!
And Scotland has a thief as good,
An outlaw of as daring mood;
She has her brave ROB ROY!
Then clear the weeds from off his Grave,
And let us chant a passing stave,
In honour of that Her..."></div>
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