It is the secret sympathy,

The silver link, the silken tie,

Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,

In body and in soul can bind.

Canto v. Stanza 13.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?

Canto vi. Stanza 1.

Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonoured and unsung.* Ibid. Stanza 1.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,

Meet nurse for a poetic child !

Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;

Land of the mountain and the flood.

MARMION.

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,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.

Introduction to Canto i

'T is an old tale and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betrayed for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me.

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle

With groans of the dying.

Canto ii. Stanza 27.

Canto iii. Stanza 10.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew,
And loved to plead, lament, and sue;
Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain,
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Canto v. Stanza 9.

With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.

And variable as the shade

By the light quivering aspen made;

When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!

Canto vi. Stanza 30.

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Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on !'

In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand. Canto i. Stanza 17.

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace

A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,

Of finer form, or lovelier face.

Canto i. Stanza 18.

A foot more light, a step more true,

Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.

On his bold visage middle age

Had slightly pressed its signet sage.

Ibid.

Canto i. Stanza 21.

* O for the voice of that wild horn.

Rob Roy. Vol. i. ch. 2.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

Canto iv. Stanza 1.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Canto iv. Stanza 30.

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.

Canto v. Stanza 10.

And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign
Fantastic, fickle, fierce and vain !
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,

And fickle as a changeful dream;

Ibid.

Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fierce as Frenzy's fevered blood.
Thou many-headed monster-thing,
O who would wish to be thy king!

Canto v. Stanza 30.

Where, where was Roderick then?

One blast upon his bugle horn

Were worth a thousand men.

Come as the winds come, when

Forests are rended;

Come as the waves come, when

Navies are stranded.

Canto vi. Stanza 18.

Pibroch of Donald Dhue.

THE LORD OF THE ISLES.

O many a shaft, at random sent,

Finds mark, the archer little meant !

And many a word, at random spoken,

May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!

Canto v. Stanza 18.

Where lives the man that has not tried

How mirth can into folly glide,

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is

MacGregor.

Ibid. Chapter xxxiv.