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Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
Part i. Line 381.
Ibid. Line 385. And rival all but Shakspere's name below.
Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
Part ii. Line 5.
The world was sad,—the garden was a wild ;
Ibid. Line 37.
Ibid. Line 45. And muse on Nature with a poet's eye. Ibid. Line 98.
There shall be love, when genial morn appears,
Part ï. Line 95. That gems the starry girdle of the year.
Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Ibid. Line 263.
Ibid. Line 325.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
The Soldier's Dream.
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
To live in hearts we leave behind,
The hunter and the deer a shade. +
Another's sword has laid him low,
Another's and another's ;
Ah me! it was a brother's ! Ibid. Stanza 10.
Ye mariners of England !
That guard our native seas :
Ve Mariners of England.
* Cf. Norris, page 166, and Blair, page 205.
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep ;
Ye Jariners of England.
The meteor flag of England,
Shall yet terrific burn;
And the star of peace return.
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky,
When storms prepare to part ;
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.
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.
Too late I stayed, -—-forgive the crime,
Unheeded flew the hours ;
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 ;
Canto ü. Stanza 22.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ;
Canto üi. Stanza I.
Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
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,
Canto v, Stanza I.
True love's the gift which God has given
Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ;
With dead desire it doth not die;