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It is the secret sympathy,
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
This is my own, my native land !
Canto vi. Stanza 1.
Despite those titles, power and pelf,
O Caledonia ! stern and wild,
Canto vi. Stanza 2.
Profaned the God-giving strength, and marred the lofty line.
Introduction to Canto i.
* Cf. Pope. Odyssey'. Book v. 402.
When, musing on companions gone,
Introduction to Canto ii. 'T is an old tale and often told ;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Canto ii. Stanza 27. In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying. Canto iii. Stanza 10.
Lightly from fair to fair he flew,
Canto v. Stanza 9. With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
Canto v. Stanza 12. And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall ? Canto vi. Sianza 14.
But woe awaits a country when
Canto v. Stanza 16.
Canto vi. Stanza 17. Oh, woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
Canto vi, Stansa 30.
Charge, Chester, charge ! on, Stanley, on !'
! Were the last words of Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 32.
O for a blast of that dread horn *
Canto vi. Stanza 33.
To all, to each, a fair good night,
Canto vi. Last Lines.
THE LADY OF THE LAKE.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
Canto i. Stanza 18.
A foot more light, a step more true,
On his bold visage middle age
Canto i. Stanza 21.
* () for the voice of that wild horn.
Rob Roy. Vol. i. ch. 2.
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances.
Canto ii. Stanza 19.
Some feelings are to mortals given
Canto ii. Stansa 22.
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone and for ever.
Canto iii. Stanza 16.
Love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
Canto iv. Stanca 1.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
Canto iv. Stansa i.
Art thou a friend to Roderick ?
Canto iv. Stanza 30.
Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly
Canto y, Stanza 10.
And the stern joy which warriors feel
Who o'er the herd would wish to reign
Fantastic as a woman's mood,
Canto v. Stanza 30.
Were worth a thousand men. Canto vi. Stanza 18.
Come as the winds come, when
Forests are rended;
Pibroch of Donald Dhue.
THE LORD OF THE ISLES.
O many a shaft, at random sent,
Canto v. Stanza 18.
Where lives the man that has not tried
The Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.
There's a gude time coming.
Ibid. Chapter xxxii.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
Ibid. Chapter xxxiv.