SONG ON OUR QUEEN. SET TO MUSIC BY CHARLES NEATE, ESQ. VICTORIA'S Sceptre o'er the deep Has touch'd, and broken slavery's chain; Yet, strange magician! she enslaves Our hearts within her own domain. Her spirit is devout, and burns Yet she herself, the idol, turns 24 CORA LINN, OR THE FALLS OF THE CLYDE. WRITTEN ON REVISITING IT IN 1837. THE time I saw thee, Cora, last, "Twas with congenial friends; And calmer hours of pleasure past My memory seldom sends. It was as sweet an Autumn day And Lanark's orchards all the way Put forth their golden pride; Ev'n hedges, busk'd in bravery, In Cora's glen the calm how deep! The torrent spoke, as if his noise His foam, beneath the yellow light Of noon, came down like one Continuous sheet of jaspers bright, Broad rolling by the sun. Dear Linn! let loftier falling floods Have prouder names than thine; And king of all, enthroned in woods, Let Niagara shine. Barbarian, let him shake his coasts His voice appalls the wilderness : More fury would but disenchant Be thou the Scottish Muse's haunt, CHAUCER AND WINDSOR. LONG shalt thou flourish, Windsor! bodying forth But should thy towers in ivied ruin rot, Would interdict thy name to be forgot; For Chaucer loved thy bowers and trode this very spot. Chaucer! our Helicon's first fountain-stream, hue. LINES SUGGESTED BY THE STATUE OF ARNOLD VON WINKELRIED,1 STANZ-UNDERWALDEN. INSPIRING and romantic Switzers' land, Hence they have patriot names-in fancy's eye, Heroes of old! to whom the Nine have strung Their lyres, and spirit-stirring anthems sung; 1 For an account of this patriotic Swiss and his heroic death at the battle of Sempach, see Dr. Beattie's "Switzerland Illustrated," vol. ii. pp. 111–115. |