Rouse the lion from his lair.

The Talisman. Chap. vi.

Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.1 The Heart of Midlothian. Chap. viii.

Fat, fair, and forty.2

St. Ronan's Well. Chap. vii.

"Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of

he time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astroloer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.

Peveril of the Peak. Chap. xlii. Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, one could claim with better right to be a sovereign anong soldiers.3 Life of Napoleon.

Ch

The sun never sets on the immense empire of

arles V.4

Ibid. (February, 1807.)

1 The very words of a Highland laird, while on his death-bed, to his son. › See Dryden, page 275.

See Pope, page 331.

A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and u broken strain of the martial airs of England. - DANIEL WEBSTER: Speec, May 7, 1834.

Why should the brave Spanish soldier brag the sun never sets in the Spanish dominions, but ever shineth on one part or other we have conquered king? CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH: Advertisements for the Unexperienced, fc. (Mass. Hist. Soc. Coll., Third Series, vol. iii. p. 49).

for our

It may be said of them (the Hollanders) as of the Spaniards, that the sun never sets on their dominions. - GAGE: New Survey of the West Indies. Epistle Dedicatory. (London, 1648.)

I am called

The richest monarch in the Christian world;

The sun in my dominions never sets.

SCHILLER: Don Karlos, act i. sc. 6. Altera figlia

Di quel monarca, a cui

Nè anco, quando annotta il sol tramonta

(The proud daughter of that monarch to whom when it grows dark [elsewhere] the sun never sets). GUARINI: Pastor Fido (1590). On the marriage of the Duke of Savoy with Catherine of Austria.

JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.

When the good man yields his breath

(For the good man never dies).1

The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part

Gashed with honourable scars,
Low in Glory's lap they lie;
Though they fell, they fell like stars,
Streaming splendour through the sky.

The Battle of Alexandria,

Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.

Once, in the flight of ages past,

There lived a man.

The Ocean. Line 54.

The Common Lot.

Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.

The West Indies, Part iii.

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.2

The World before the Flood. Cantos.

Joys too exquisite to last,

And yet more exquisite when past.
Bliss in possession will not last;
Remembered joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, they are, they yet shall be.
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.

Nor sink those stars in empty night:
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

"T is not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

The Little Cloud.

Ibid.

Friends.

Ibid.

The Issues of Life and Death.

1 Θνήσκειν μὴ λέγε τοὺς ἀγαθούς (Say not that the good die). — CALLI

MACHUS Epigram x.

2 See Barbauld, page 433.

Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love.

The Issues of Life and Death.

Night is the time to weep,

To wet with unseen tears

Those graves of memory where sleep.

The joys of other years.

Who that hath ever been

Could bear to be no more ?

Yet who would tread again the scene

He trod through life before?

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

Ibid

The Falling Leaf.

A day's march nearer home. At Home in Heaven.

If God hath made this world so fair,

Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare

Will paradise be found!

The Earth full of God's Goodness.

Return unto thy rest, my soul,

From all the wanderings of thy thought, From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.

Rest for the Soul.

What is Prayer!

Ibid.

1 Wordsworth, in his Notes to "We are Seven," claims to have written

this line.

2 Coleridge says:

"For these lines I am indebted to Mr. Wordsworth."

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.

The Ancient Mariner.

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,

That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.

Like one that on a lonesome road

Doth walk in fear and dread,

And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head,

Because he knows a frightful fiend

Doth close behind him tread.

So lonely 't was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.

He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best who loveth best

Part v.

Ibid.

Part vi.

Part vil.

Ibid.