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, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, Canto vi. Stanza 1. Despite those titles, power and pelf, 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, Introduction to Canto i 'T is an old tale and often told; 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, 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, Canto vi. Stanza 30. 6 Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on !' In listening mood she seemed to stand, 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 Canto v. Stanza 10. And the stern joy which warriors feel Who o'er the herd would wish to reign And fickle as a changeful dream; Ibid. Fantastic as a woman's mood, 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. |