01c. 1766 ADIn the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords.John Home / quote ↗
03c. 1766 ADMy name is Norval; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.John Home / quote ↗
07c. 1766 ADThe setting sunWith yellow radiance lighten'd all the vale;And as the warriors moved, each polish'd helm,Corslet or spear, glanced back his gilded beams.The hill they climbed, and halting at its top,Of more than mortal size, towering, they seem'dA host angelic, clad in burning arms.John Home / quote ↗