Quote#Speech
How pleasant came thy rushing, silver Tweed!
Quote byJames Grahame · 1765–1811
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "September", l. 190. British Georgics (Edinburgh, 1809) p. 179.
English (original)
How pleasant came thy rushing, silver Tweed! Upon my ear when, after roaming long In southern plains, I've reach'd thy lovely bank! How bright, renowned Sark, thy little stream, Like ray of column'd light chasing a shower, Would cross my homeward path! how sweet the sound When I, to hear the Doric tongue's reply, Would ask thy well-known name.
— James Grahame
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