Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shriek'd - as Kosciusko fell !

Part i. Line 381.
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.

Ibid. Line 385. And rival all but Shakspere's name below.

Ibid.

Line 472.

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?

Part ii. Line 5.
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O what were man ?- a world without a sun.

The world was sad,—the garden was a wild ;
And Man, the hermit, sighed, -till Woman smild.

Ibid. Line 37.
While Memory watches o’er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

Ibid. Line 45. And muse on Nature with a poet's eye. Ibid. Line 98.

There shall be love, when genial morn appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.

Part ï. Line 95. That gems the starry girdle of the year.

Ibid.

Line 194.

Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul !

Ibid. Line 263.
O star-eyed Science ! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair ?

Ibid. Line 325.

Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave-oh ! leave the light of Hope behind !
What though my winged hours of bliss have been,
Like angel-visits, few and far between.*

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.

The Soldier's Dream.

But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. Ibid.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave !

Hohenlinder.

To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.

Hallowed Ground.

The hunter and the deer a shade. +

O'Conner's Child.

Stanza 4.

Another's sword has laid him low,

Another's and another's ;
And every hand that dealt the blow,

Ah me! it was a brother's ! Ibid. Stanza 10.

I.

Ye mariners of England !

That guard our native seas :
Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze.

Ve Mariners of England.

* Cf. Norris, page 166, and Blair, page 205.
+ Verbatim from FRENEAU's Indian Burying-Ground.

T

III.

Britannia needs no bulwarks,

No towers along the steep ;
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.

Ye Jariners of England.

IV.

The meteor flag of England,

Shall yet terrific burn;
Till danger's troubled night depart,

And the star of peace return.

bit.

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky,

When storms prepare to part ;
I ask not proud Philosophy

To teach me what thou art. To the Rainboru.

’T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. *

Lochiel's Warning. With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe.

Ibid.

A stoic of the woods,-a man without a tear.

Gertrude. Part i. Stanza 23.

O love! in such a wilderness as this.

Ibid. Part iii. Stanza 1.

The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below.

Ibid. Part iii. Stanza 5.

* Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration ; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present. -Shelley. A Defence of Poetry.

There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin ;

The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill ; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.

The Exile of Erin.

HON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.

1772-1834.

Too late I stayed, -—-forgive the crime,

Unheeded flew the hours ;
How noiseless falls the foot of time,*
That only treads on flowers.

Lines to Lady A. Hamilton.

WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832.

THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.

IF thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,

Go visit it by the pale moonlight.

Canto ii. Stanzu 1.

I was not always a man of woe.

Canto ii. Stanza 12.

Noiseless foot of time.

All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

I cannot tell how the truth may be ;
I say the tale as 't was said to me.

Canto ü. Stanza 22.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above ;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Canto üi. Stanza I.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star. Canto iii. Stanza 24.

Along thy wild and willowed shore.

Canto iv. Stanza 1.

Ne'er Was flattery lost on Poet's ear : A simple race ! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile. Canto iv. Stanza 35.

Call it not vain ;-they do not err,
Who say, that, when the Poet dies,
Mute Nature mourns her worshipper,
And celebrates his obsequies.

Canto v, Stanza I.

True love's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven :
It is not fantasy's hot fire,

Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ;
It liveth not in fierce desire,

With dead desire it doth not die;