Castle Gordon

Castle Gordon by Robert Burns

The speaker rejects distant streams and evergreen forests associated with tyranny, enslaved labor, and bloodshed. He prefers the waters and storm-facing groves beside Castle Gordon, where nature rules freely, and imagines spending his life musing and sheltering at night in a cave.

By Robert Burns · Genre: Nature Poetry, Lyric Poetry · 255 words

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Streams that glide in orient plains, / Never bound by Winter's chains; / Glowing here on golden sands, / There immix'd with foulest stains / From Tyranny's empurpled hands; / These, their richly gleaming waves, / I leave to tyrants and their slaves; / Give me the stream that sweetly laves / The banks by Castle Gordon.

Spicy forests, ever gray, / Shading from the burning ray / Hapless wretches sold to toil; / Or the ruthless native's way, / Bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil: / Woods that ever verdant wave, / I leave the tyrant and the slave; / Give me the groves that lofty brave / The storms by Castle Gordon.

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streams · forests · tyranny · slavery · contemplation

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