Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
_NOTES to the SECOND VOLUME_.
_NOTES_.
NOTE I.
PAGE 4 (177); line 2.--"And wondrous length and strength of arm."
The people of the neighbourhood of Loch Ketterine, in order to prove
the extraordinary length of their Hero's arm, tell you that
"he could garter his Tartan Stockings below the knee when standing
upright." According to their account he was a tremendous Swordsman;
after having sought all occasions of proving his prowess, he was
never conquered but once, and this not till he was an Old Man.
NOTE II.
PAGE 11 (185).--_The solitary Reaper_. This Poem was suggested by a
beautiful sentence in a MS Tour in Scotland written by a Friend, the
last line being taken from it _verbatim_.
NOTE III.
PAGE 65 (239).--THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY. The incident upon which
this Poem is founded was related to me by an eye witness.
NOTE IV.
PAGE 106 (280); line 10.--"Seen the Seven Whistlers, &c." Both these
superstitions are prevalent in the midland Counties of England: that
of "Gabriel's Hounds" appears to be very general over Europe; being
the same as the one upon which the German Poet, Burger, has founded
his Ballad of the Wild Huntsman.
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