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Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
Parti. Line 381.
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
And rival all but Shakspere's name below.
Ibid. Line 385.
Ibid. Line 472.
Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
Part ii. Line 5.
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Ibid. Line 21.
The world was sad,—the garden was a wild ;
Ibid. Line 37.
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
Ibid. Line 45.
There shall be love, when genial morn appears,
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
Part . Line 95.
Ibid. Line 194.
Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Ibid. Line 263.
O star-eyed Science ! hast thou wandered there,
Ibid. Line 325.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave-oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
Part ii. Line 375.
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
The Soldier's Dream.
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
To live in hearts we leave behind,
The hunter and the deer a shade. +
O'Conner's Child. Stanza 4.
Another's sword has laid him low,
Another's and another's;
And every hand that dealt the blow,
Ah me! it was a brother's!
Ibid. Stanza 10.
Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas:
Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze.
Ye Mariners of England.
* Cf. NORRIS, page 166, and BLAIR, page 205.
+ Verbatim from FRENEAU'S Indian Burying-Ground.
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.
"T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. * Lochiel's Warning.
With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe.
A stoic of the woods,-a man without a tear.
O love in such a wilderness as this.
Parti. Stanza 23.
Ibid. Part iii. Stanza 1.
The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below.
Ibid. Part iii. Stanza 5.
* Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.SHELLEY. A Defence of Poetry.
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin ;
The Exile of Erin.
HON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.
'00 late I stayed,-forgive the crime,
Unheeded flew the hours;
How noiseless falls the foot of time,*
That only treads on flowers.
Lines to Lady A. Hamilton.
WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832.
THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
F thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
I was not always a man of woe.
Canto ii. Stanza 1.
Canto ii. Stanza 12.
Noiseless foot of time.
Act v. Sc. 3.
I cannot tell how the truth may be ;
I say the tale as 't was said to me.
Canto. Stanza 22.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
Canto iii. Stanza 1.
Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star. Canto iii. Stanza 24.
Along thy wild and willowed shore.
Canto iv. Stanza 1.
Was flattery lost on Poet's ear:
A simple race! they waste their toil
Call it not vain ;-they do not err,
Canto iv. Stanza 35.
Who say, that, when the Poet dies,
Mute Nature mourns her worshipper,
Canto v. Stanza 1.
True love's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven:
It is not fantasy's hot fire,
Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly;
It liveth not in fierce desire,
With dead desire it doth not die;