Poem by Walter Scott

To a Lady - with Flowers from a Roman Wall

Take these flowers which, purple waving,
On the ruin'd rampart grew,
Where, the sons of freedom braving,
Rome's imperial standards flew.

Warriors from the breach of danger
Pluck no longer laurels there;
They but yield the passing stranger
Wild-flower wreaths the Beauty's hair. 

1. The Monks of Bangor’s March
2. On Ettrick Forest’s Mountains Dun
3. The Maid of Isla
4. On the Massacre of Glencoe
5. Lines Addressed to Ranald Macdonald, Esq., of Staffa

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