Part ü. Line 5. Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of

grace, the magic of a name?

Line 23.
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O what were man? - a world without a sun.

Line 37. The world was sad ! - the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sighed — till woman smiled.

Line 45.
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

Line 95.
There shall he love, when genial morn appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.

Line 194.
That gems the starry girdle of the year.

Line 263.
Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!

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.88

O'Conner's Child.
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 !

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,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!

Gertrude of Wyoming.

Part iii. St. 1.
O love! in such a wilderness as this.




Canto ii. St. 1.
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.

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Canto iii. St. 2. Love rules the court, the camp,


grove, And men below and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.89

Canto v. St. 1. Call it not vain ; they do not err, Who say, that, when the poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, 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,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land !
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand ?

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Canto vi. St. 2.
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.


Canto ii. St. 27.
'Tis an old tale, and often told.

* Unwept, unnoted, and forever dead.

Pope's Odyssey. Book v. 402. 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,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made,
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou !

Canto vi. St. 32.
Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
Were the last words of Marmion.

Canto vi. St. 33.
O for a blast of that dread horn
On Fontarabian echoes borne.*

Canto vi. Last Lines.
To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

The Lady of the Lake. Canto i. St. 18.
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A nymph, a naiad, or a grace,
Of finer form or lovelier face.

* Also in Rob Roy, Vol. i. Ch. ii.

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