Here's a poem which tries to imagine Doctor Johnson's experience of travelling along the South Loch Ness road. It's based on the account in his 'Journey to the Western Isles':
Doctor Johnson by Joshua Reynolds |
After Culloden some Jacobites including Bonnie Prince Charlie fled down South Loch Ness |
Doctor Johnson Rides Along Loch Ness
A corpulent figure riding through sunlit birches
The brown clad moralist and his worldly disciple,
Boswell.
On Highland trails he seeks a spartan virtue
Not to be found in London or the new born Athens-
The sandstone Acropolis of enlightened Edinburgh.
This day South Loch Ness is a sunlit Arcady
And does this fey land people the storied
And fevered imagination of the Sage
As he rides along Wade’s way?
Does he imagine Deidre of the sorrows
Whose fabled fort lies above
The mossy pass of Farigaig?
Or perhaps from the pages of Tacitus
The eagle bearing legionnaires
Jubilant with victory, the air full of ribald song,
Jubilant with victory, the air full of ribald song,
Cart spoils from Mons Graupius,
Their breastplates a glitter in the sun.
Or does he see the proud massed Jacobites
Like ravening wolves rushing to take Edinburgh,
Then changed to a fleeing scattered few
Broken on the spokes of Fortune’s wheel-
The Redcoat’s bayonets?
But now forgetful of vain fantasy
But now forgetful of vain fantasy
He stoops to enter an old woman’s home
And in the smoke reeking heath thatched dwelling
Finds one half of Baucis and Philomen
Whose simple life lived in pastoral piety,
The potato patch, the life giving goats,
The tended coppice of the birch woods,
Refreshes him more than the offered whisky.
In Ovid Baucis and Philomen are spared being killed in a universal flood because of their simple piety and unwittingly offering hospitality to the Gods Jupiter and Mercury |
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