The lord of the isles . north-wast from the ile of Coll, lyes ane ile i allilRonin Tie, of sixteen myle long, and six in bredthe in the narrowest, aneforest of heigh mountains, and abundance of little deir in it, quhilk deir willnever he slane dounewith, hut the principal saittis man be in the height ofthe hill, because die deir will he callit upwarl ay he the tainchell, or withouttyncliel they will pass upwart perforce. In this ile will he gotten aboutBritane als many wild nests upon the plane mure as men pleasis to gadder,and yel bj resson the fowls hes few \<< start them except deir.
The lord of the isles . north-wast from the ile of Coll, lyes ane ile i allilRonin Tie, of sixteen myle long, and six in bredthe in the narrowest, aneforest of heigh mountains, and abundance of little deir in it, quhilk deir willnever he slane dounewith, hut the principal saittis man be in the height ofthe hill, because die deir will he callit upwarl ay he the tainchell, or withouttyncliel they will pass upwart perforce. In this ile will he gotten aboutBritane als many wild nests upon the plane mure as men pleasis to gadder,and yel bj resson the fowls hes few \<< start them except deir. Tins ile lyesfrom the west to the eist in lenth, ami pertains to MKenabrey of solan geese are in this ile. —Moitros Description of the Western TsU s,p. is. 2 See Appendix, Note <». The warrior threat, the infants plain,The mothers screams, were heard in vainThe vengeful Chief maintains his in the vault a trihe expires! The bones which strew that caverns gloo Too well attest their dismal Merrily, merrily goes the hark1 On 0 1 reeze from the northward free. 1 And so also merrily, merrily goes the bard, in a succession o! mem,hich, like Dogberrys tediousness, lie finds il in bis hearl touholK and entirely on us, through page after page, or wave after wave olhis voyage. We could almosi l- tempted to believi thai sva on liereturn from Skye when he wrote this portion of his poem; from Skye tinlepositorj ol the mightj cupof royal Somi rled - wi U - ol Rori- says himself -l a mi THE LOUD OF THE LSLES So shoots through the morning sky the larkOr the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa
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