Part ii. Line 5. Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name? While Memory watches o'er the sad review Line 95. There shall he love, when genial morn appears, Line 194. That gems the starry girdle of the year. Line 263. Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Line 325. O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair? Line 377. What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between.38 O'Conner's Child. Another's sword has laid him low, And every hand that dealt the blow, Ah me! it was a brother's! Lochiel's Warning. 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. Ye Mariners of England. Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze. Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. The Soldier's Dream. In life's morning march, when my bosom was young. But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, Hohenlinden. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii. St. 1. O love! in such a wilderness as this. WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832. THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. Canto ii. St. 1. If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.39 Canto v. St. 1. Call it not vain ; they do not err, Who say, that, when the poet dies, And celebrates his obsequies. Canto v. St. 13. True love 's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. 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 vi. St. 1. Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.* Canto vi. St. 2. O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Marmion. Canto ii. St. 27. 'Tis an old tale, and often told. * Unwept, unnoted, and forever dead. Canto v. St. 12. With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. Canto iv. St. 14. And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den? Canto vi. St. 30. Oh woman! in our hours of ease, By the light quivering aspen made, Canto vi. St. 32. Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on! Canto vi. St. 33. O for a blast of that dread horn Canto vi. Last Lines. To all, to each, a fair good night, The Lady of the Lake. Canto i. St. 18. * Also in Rob Roy, Vol. i. Ch. ii. |