Who say

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
To man alone beneath the heaven:
It is not fantasy's hot fire,

Whose wishes soon as granted fly;
It liveth not in fierce desire,

With dead desire it doth not die;
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.

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 burn'd 1
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd

From wandering on a foreign strand ?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well!
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

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
At evening's calm and holy bour ?

S. G. BuLFInch: The Voice of God in the Garden. 2 See Pope, page 341.

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 !

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,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me.

Stanza 27.
When Prussia hurried to the field,
And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.1

Introduction to Canto iii.
In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle

With groans of the dying. Stanza 11.
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land ?

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.

Stanza 16.

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.

Stanza 32.

Oh for a blast of that dread horn ?
On Fontarabian echoes borne !

Stanza 33.
To all, to each, a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

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.

Stanza 18.

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,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew.

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18.
On his bold visage middle age
Had slightly press’d its signet sage,
Yet had not quench'd the open truth
And fiery vehemence of youth :
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.

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 dew on the mountain,

Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,

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

upon

the

stream, And fickle as a changeful dream ;

Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
Thou many-headed monster thing,
Oh who would wish to be thy king !

Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 30.
Where, where was Roderick then ?
One blast upon his bugle horn
Were worth a thousand men.

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
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin !

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,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer's queen.

Stanza 16.
Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o’er,
Till Memory lends her light no more. Canto v. Stanza 1.

i See Massinger, page 194.