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Call it not vain : they do not err
that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto v. Stanza 1.
True love 's the gift which God has given
Whose wishes soon as granted fly;
With dead desire it doth not die;
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
This is my own, my native land !
From wandering on a foreign strand ?
Canto vi. Stanza 1.
1 Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us by the way? Luke xxiv. 32.
Hath not thy heart within thee burned
S. G. BuLFInch: The Voice of God in the Garden. 2 See Pope, page 341.
O Caledonia ! stern and wild,
Lay of the Last Minstrel Canto vi. Stanza 2. Profan’d the God-given strength, and marrd the lofty line.
Marmion. Introduction to Canto i. Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Introduction to Canto ii. When, musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone.
Ibid. 'T is an old tale and often told ;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Introduction to Canto iii.
Borne down by the flying,
With groans of the dying. Stanza 11.
Canto iv. Stanza 30. Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
Canto r. Stanza 9. With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.?
Stanza 12. But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.
1 See Frenean, page 443. 2 Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. — LOVER: Rory O'More.
And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den,
The Douglas in his hall ? Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 14. Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
Stanza 17. O 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 !
Stanza 30. “Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!” Were the last words of Marmion.
Oh for a blast of that dread horn ?
L'Envoy. To the Reader. In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 17. And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace Of finer form or lovelier face.
1 See Shakespeare, page 144.
Scott, writing to Southey in 1810, said: “A witty rogue the other day, who sent me a letter signed Detector, proved me guilty of stealing a passage from one of Vida's Latin poems, which I had never seen or heard of." The passage alleged to be stolen ends with,
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!" which in Vida "ad Eranen," El. ii. v. 21, ran,
“Cum dolor atque supercilio gravis imminet angor,
Fungeris angelico sola ministerio." “It is almost needless to add," says Mr. Lockhart," there are no such lines.” — Life of Scott, vol. iii. p. 294. (American edition.)
2 Oh for the voice of that wild horn! - Rob Roy, chap. ii.
A foot more light, a step more true,
Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18.
Stanza 21. Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil nor night of waking.
Stanza 31. Hail to the chief who in triumph advances !
Canto ii. Stanza 19. Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.
Stanza 22. Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Canto iii. Stanza 1.
Like the foam on the river,
Thou art gone, and forever! Stanza 16. The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
Canto iv. Stanza 1. Art thou a friend to Roderick ?
Stanza 30. Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Canto v. Stanza 10. And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.
Ibid. Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf
stream, And fickle as a changeful dream ;
Fantastic as a woman's mood,
Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 30.
Canto vi. Stanza 18. In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
Lord of the Isles. Cunto i. Stanza 20. Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
Stanza 23. Oh, many a shaft at random sent Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word at random spoken May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!
Canto v. Stanza 18.
Where lives the man that has not tried
Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21. Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
Rokeby. Canto i. Stanza 32. A mother's pride, a father's joy.
Canto iii. Stanza 15. Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
i See Massinger, page 194.