Poems by Robert Gilfillan

August 5, 1849 Vast fount of sound--whence is thy power?
Æ olus breathes in thee,
In t...

October 8, 1848 Remote, romantic, solitary spot,
Where sleep the dead--removed, but not fo...

Inscribed to his friend the Rev. Mr Cruickshank, Minister of Manor Parish, Peeblesshire. The S...

'Twas not the song, 'twas not the dance,
That charmed me in the pictured hall,
But 'twas the...

On finding one in the author's copy of Dante. The rose lies withered, once so fair--
The rose ...

By Roslin's ancient towers,
Where Esk steals slowly to the sea,
'Twas there ae morn in simmer...

Eliza! Fairest, dearest treasure,
Hear my vows and list my prayer,
In thy presence there's a...

'Tis the first rose of summer that ope's to my view,
With its bright crimson bosom all bathed i...

The Rhine! The Rhine! Beloved river,
We have traversed many strand,
Now returning, we shall ...

O! The happy days o' youth are fast gaun by,
And age is coming on, wi' its bleak winter sky;
...

I have dreamed of thee in the silent night,
When Nature was hushed in repose;
I have thought ...