...him by an enchantment other than that of her eyes: ' • IB our isle's enchanted hall, HamU uiuieen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing." The poet conscious that Malcolm Grjeme had a priority of lien on the heart of his heroine, in his zeal...

...more, " Days of danger, nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, " Fairy strains of music fall, " Every...Dream of fighting fields no more ; " Sleep the sleep thut knows not breaking, " Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,...

...nights of waling. In nui iile'a enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy si rains of music fall. Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier,...not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rndc sound shall reach thine ear, «Armour's clang, nor war-steed champrôj, Trump nor pibroch summon...

...knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,...strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Suldicr, rest! thy warfare o'er, , Dreum of lighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not...

...; Dream of hattled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hull, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumher dewing. Soldier, rest : thy warfare o'er, Di-eam of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep...

...sleep' that knows not breaking' ; Dream of battled fields no more', Days of danger', nights of waking'. In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen' thy couch...war'-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here', Yet the lark's' shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow', And the bittern' sound his...

...the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch...Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows...

...sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battl'd fields no more, J,f Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch...fall, Every sense in slumber dewing ; Soldier, rest I thy warfare o'er, Dream of battl'd fields DO more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Horn...

...waking. In our isle's euchaotcd hall, Hands unseen thy couch arc strewing, Fairy strain» of mu^ic fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest!...Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that kuows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. « No rude sound shall reacb thine ear, Armour's...

...; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall 5 Hands unseen thy couch are strewing : Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. 1, 2. Soldier, take thy rest, the contest being-o'er (positus) : lie down o'erpowered (Voc., Part n....