The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. The Lady of the Lake. Canto iv. St. 1. Art thou a friend to Roderick? Canto iv. St. 30. Come one, come all! this rock shall fly And the stern joy which warriors feel Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Ibid. Canto v. St. 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. St. 18. Pibroch of Donald Dhu. CC In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven. The Lord of the Isles. Canto i. St. 20. Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade. O, many a shaft, at random sent, Canto i. St. 23. Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken! Canto v. St. 18. Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin! The Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. St. 21. When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Sea of upturned faces. Ivanhoe. Ch. xl. Rob Roy. Ch. xx. There's a gude time coming. Ibid. Ch. xxxii. My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor. Ibid. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, Ch. xxxiv. Old Mortality. Ch xxxiv. p. 451. Scott continued.] Within that awful volume lies The Monastery. Ch. xii. And better had they ne'er been born, Widowed wife and wedded maid. Ibid. The Betrothed. Ch. xv. But with the morning cool reflection came.1 Chronicles of the Canongate. Ch. iv. What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier ? 2 Woodstock. Vol. ii Ch. xxxvii. The playbill, which is said to have announced the Tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out. Introduction to the Talisman. SAMUEL WOODWORTH. 1785-1842. The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. The Bucket. 1 At length the morn, and cold indifference, came. Rowe, The Fair Penitent, Act i. Sc. I. 2 Un soldat tel que moi peut justement prétendre À gouverner l'état, quand il l'a su défendre. Le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux : Qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besoin d'aieux. Voltaire, Merope, Act i. Sc. 3. THOMAS MOORE. 1779-1852. This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities! Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, Ibid. Like the stained web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon. One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate. Ibid. Paradise and the Peri. But the trail of the serpent is over them all. O, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I never loved a tree or flower, To glad me with its soft black eye, Ibid. The Fire-Worshippers. Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. Ibid. As sunshine, broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still. Ibid. Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter. Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity. The Light of the Harem. Ibid. And, oh! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. Love on through all ills, and love on till they die. Ibid. How shall we rank thee upon glory's page? Go where glory waits thee; Oh! still remember me. Irish Melodies. Go where glory waits. The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. The Harp that once. |