A TRIUMPH OF TRAVEL.AT EDINBURGH.
There rose the tragic palace towers
Against the moon. (The tale was true!)
The Prince's Gardens faint with flowers
And still with statue-spectres grew.
Against the moon. (The tale was true!)
The Prince's Gardens faint with flowers
And still with statue-spectres grew.
There, on its rock, the Castle lay,
An awful shadow-shape forlorn,
Among the night-lamps, and, by day—
The place where James the First was born.
An awful shadow-shape forlorn,
Among the night-lamps, and, by day—
The place where James the First was born.
There, for the Covenanters' sake,
One haunts the grasses of Grey Friars;
There grim John Knox had loved to shake
His right hand full of ghostly fires.
One haunts the grasses of Grey Friars;
There grim John Knox had loved to shake
His right hand full of ghostly fires.
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