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'Was it to shrink in danger's hour ye o'er the Baltic came ?

Come on!

or know I will not live to see my soldiers' shame!'"

2 "Gifted like his gifted race,
He the characters can trace
Graven deep, in elder time,
Upon Helvellyn's cliff sublime:
Sign and vigil well doth he know,
And can bode of weal and woe,
Of kingdoms' fall, and fate of wars,
From mystic dreams and course of stars."

3 "Impassive, feeling but the shame of fear;
A stoic of the woods, a man without a tear."

4" Bells toll'd out their mighty peal
For the departed sinner's weal,
And ever in the office close
The hymn of intercession rose."

5 "Bear it meek, not proud;
Patient, not repining."

XCVII.

"Courteous he was, modest and serviceable,
And serv'd before his father at the table."

"A worthy man

Who, from the hour in which he first began
To ride out, vow'd himself to chivalry,
Honour and truth, freedom and courtesie."

1 "He is
up and away, with the dew on his breast,
And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright
sphere."

2 "The love of all thy sons encompass thee; The love of all thy daughters cherish thee; The love of all thy people comfort thee."

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Spirit of Tell! and art thou doom'd to see Thy mountains, that confess'd no other chains Than what the wintry elements had forg'dThat land subdued by slavery's basest slaves?" 4 "To Odin's self, in star-lit hall,

Her lineage rises; and the maid
King Bele's daughter is."

5 "I, too, have pass'd her on the hills,
Setting her little water-mills

By spouts and fountains wild—
Such small machinery as she turn'd,
Ere she had wept, ere she had mourn'd,
A young and happy child."

6"Faint not for sorrow, falter not for sin; But onward, upward, till the goal you win !"

XCVIII.

Varied in form, in size, in hue,

On breezy moor, or meadow low;Would you its use and history know, My second ask-he'll tell you true.

1 A fairy I who junkets ate.

2 A custom-use.

3 A poet great.

4 A ship disrob'd. 5 A state of ease. 6 A bird of night

Whose notes may please.

7 A poem which is set to song.
8 A love of me may lead to wrong.

XCIX.

"There grew in Hilding's garden fair,
Two plants 'neath foster parents' care.
The North, before had never seen
Such lovely plants in valleys green.
One like an oak its strength uprear'd,
And as a lance its stem appear'd;
The crown, that quiver'd in the storm,
Was rounded to a helmet's form:
The other grew like rose-bud bright,
When ended is the winter's night,
And Spring lies dreaming in the rose,
Till its sweet petals soft unclose."

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With womanish impatience to return,
Hath ruin'd all by that detected letter;
A high crime, which I neither can deny
Nor palliate, as parent or as duke."

2 "It befits us well, in weal and woe,
Making gladness yet more fair-
Grief has comfort, praying so."

3 "Ah! now I have a faint notion of it."

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"Excitée au bruit des instrumens,

Joint à des pas legers, de justes mouvemens."

5"Unknown and little esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon."

6 To the trunk again,—and shut the spring of it. "Swift, swift, ye dragons of the night! that dawning May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear."

7 "Art thou fallen, oh Hero! in the midst of thy course? the heart of the aged beats over

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thee !

When shall joy dwell at Selma? when shall grief depart from Morven ?"

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I am visible and invisible, new and old, as you can see; High and low; true and false to all the powers that be.

My second lashes me through thick and thin,—
Or, may be, lifts me to the sky;

And thro' me every noble gift would win,

Or in the dust would gladly see me lie.

1 At me men strive in fierce and anxious fight, Knight against bishop, bishop against knight.

2 I reflect every colour beneath the pure bright sky, And crimes I widely spread, however black their dye.

3 I rob the rich, I rob the poor,

I rob myself of heaven's rich store.

4 I am the place from which there often flow Words of sweetest comfort, or of bitterest woe.

5 I enter'd my first, my second sprang

from me;

I proved false to both; and now disgrac'd I be.

6 The huntsman and his steed rejoice to hear my

sound;

When anger guides me, I can slay or wound.

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"Gentle heaven,

Cut short all intermission! front to front
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself!"

1 "Hail, king of Scotland!"

2 I see two husbands, or my eyes deceive me."

3 The aged chief, in his secret hall, avoids the strength of Colc-Ulla. He saw us few before him and

his sigh arose.

light to

"Fingal! thou art a beam of

-'s darken'd soul; but strong are

the foes of Erin."

4 "Can she not speak?"

"If speech be only in accented sounds

Framed by the tongue and lips, the maiden's mute : But her

eyes,

Like the bright stars of heaven, can hold discourse Tho' it be mute and soundless."

5" Woe, woe to the Gaël people!

For he is on the main,

And Iona shall look from tower and steeple

On the coming ships of the Dane."

6 "Here be berries for a queen

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!

Some be red and some be green;

Some be of that luscious meat

The great god Pan himself doth eat."

"Dames of ancient days

Have led their children thro' the mirthful maze.
All, all are taught an avarice of praise;
They please, are pleased; they give, to get esteem;
Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
But praise too dearly loved or warmly sought
Enfeebles all internal strength of thought."

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