It matters not to tell—but o’er the pines I love to view thy turrets towering grey, Which braved the fiery blast of feudal times, And still unbroke their lofty front display. Though thou hast seen thy lordlings pass away, And castled towers and abbeys fall around, Yet here thy veteran face appears as gay As when the warrior’s horn at morn did sound, And gallant Lindsay paced thy spacious pleasure-ground.[18]