My very brain is humming, sirs,
As a swarm of bees were bumming, sirs,
And I fear distraction 's coming, sirs,
My passion such a flame is.
My very eyes are blinding, sirs,
Scarce giant mountains finding, sirs,
Nor height nor distance minding, sirs,
The crag, as Corrie, tame is....
[132] Mull.
[133] Morag's beauties are so exquisite, that all Europe, nay, the Pope
would be inflamed to behold them. The passage is omitted, though worthy
of the satiric vein of Mephistopheles.
[134] The gannet, or the _stranger-bird_, from his foreign derivation
and periodic visits to the Islands.
[135] A snowy grass, well known in the moors.
[136] _Lit._, On the day of devotion.
[137] The mainland, or _terra firma_, is called Morir by the islanders.