To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye. Soft is the music that would charm forever; Not Love, not War. True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. To Let other Bards of Angels sing. Type of the wise who soar but never roam, A Briton even in love should be To a Skylark. Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew. Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, And when a damp Scorn not the Sonnet. Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand But he is risen, a later star of dawn. Ibid. A Morning Exercise. Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays A face o'er which a thousand shadows go! Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. The Triad On the Power of Sound. zii. The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, Nature's old felicities. Presentiments. The Trosachs. Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Poems composed during a Tour in the Summer of 1833. zzrvii Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. To a Child. Written in her Album. Since every mortal power of Coleridge Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg. How fast has brother followed brother, Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Ibid. Memorials of a Tour in Italy, in How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Down to its root, and in that freedom bold. A Poet! He hath put his Heart to School Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. Yes, Thou art Fair SIR WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832. Such is the custom of Branksome Hall. Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto i. Stanza 7. If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, O fading honours of the dead! was not always a man of woe. cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 't was said to me. In In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below and saints above; Her blue eyes sought the west afar, Along thy wild and willow'd shore. Ne'er Was flattery lost on poet's ear; Canto ii. Stanza 1. Stanza 10. Stanza 12. Stanza 22. Canto iii. Stanza 1. Stanza 24. Canto iv. Stanza 1. Stanza 35 Call it not vain: they do not err Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto v. Stanza 1 True love's the gift which God has given 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. Stanza 13. Breathes there the man with soul so dead This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd1 From wandering on a foreign strand? To the vile dust from whence he sprung, 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 hour? ? See Pope, page 341. S. G. BULFINCH: The Voice of God in the Garden, O Caledonia! stern and wild, 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 marr'd the lofty line. Marmion. Introduction to Canto i. Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth. When, musing on companions gone, "T is an old tale and often told; But did my That loved, or was avenged, like me. When Prussia hurried to the field, Introduction to Canto ii. And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.1 In the lost battle, Ibid. Stanza 27. Introduction to Canto it. Borne down by the flying, Where's the coward that would not dare Lightly from fair to fair he flew, Stanza 11. Canto iv. Stanza 30. Canto v. Stanza 9. With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.2 But woe awaits a country when Stanza 12. Stanza 16 She sees the tears of bearded men. 1 See Freneau, page 443. 2 Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. - LOVER: Rory O'More. |