She'll hear thee woo'd by wandering gale,

Rise sweetly in thy midnight song,

Now, rapid roll, full ton'd, and strong,

Now, low and dying, weep along.

Oh! she will hear thee oft bewail
The fate of lovers true, and tell,
How many an evil tide befell

Maids, who have lov'd but all too well.

The steel-clad knight as home he wends, From battle toils, and sieges dire, Will pause, and check his courser's fire, And under thy old oak retire :

For, lo! thy song of triumph blends Its warlike notes with rustling breeze ; And falling, rising, through the trees, Mimes his old hall's festivities.

O Harp! be still a little while,
Nor wake thy dirge of melting numbers,
Stay till thy master calmly slumbers,
Where no bale his bliss encumbers.

Now, take with thee his last faint smile,
And benison, in death's arms given,
Oh now begin thy mournful steven,
And waft my soul on it to heaven!

FINIS.

All white hang the bushes o'er Elaw's sweet stream,

Joanna Baillie, 157

Blow on, ye wild winds, o'er his hallowed

grave,

note

Blythely I hae screwed my pipes,

W. M'Laren, 332
Hogg,

135

By the side of a mountain, o'ershadowed with trees,

300

Can a crown give content,

note

218

Claudine lived contented, and peace was her lot, .

Fair dream of my slumber, sad thoughts of my waking,
Far lone amang the highland hills,

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer,

Byron,

142

Farewell, oh sweet hope! I have wept thee in sadness,
For many a wistful hour to pity dear,

note

298

From his booth on the hill, the sad shepherd retires,
From my slumber I woke at the dead hour of
night,

note

J. Findlay, 434

How eerily, how drearily, how wearily to pine,

280

How green the fields, the flowers how fair,
How still is the night, and how death-like the gloom,

note

.

I have known what it was to be happy and gay,

James Yool, 109

In vain thou call'st for a mirthful smile,

W. Reader,.

327

Isabelle! Isabelle! hark to my soft lute,

409

I saw from the beach when the morning was shining,

It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound
for Palestine,

Fanny de Beauharnois, 361
Joanna Baillie, 69

I've no sheep on the mountains, nor boat on the lake,
I whispered her my last adieu,

note

note

Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around,
Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,
Kenmure's on an' awa, Willie,

Know'st thou the land where stately laurels bloom,

note

Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O,
Light springs the pang, light passes by,

Loud roar'd the tempest, the night was descending,
Love under Friendship's vesture white,

Mark'd you her eye of heavenly blue,

Mary, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow,
May heaven holpe the Mayde,

Mine be a cot beside the hill,

Money maks us bonny,
My bonny black meer's dead,

Sheridan,

256

Tannahill,

411

.

320

note

Moore,

119

My cruel love to danger go,

242

My father and mother now lie with the dead,

John Sim,

141

My friend is the man I would copy through life,

Nae mair we'll meet again, my love, by yon burn side,

O beauty, peerless is thy glow,

O cease, ye howling winds, to blow,

O check, my love, the falling tear,

O cherub, Content, at thy moss-covered shrine,

O fare ye weel, fair Cartha's side,

O for my awin Roy, quod gude Wallas,

note

427

Oft in the stilly night,

Moore,

366

O Harp! that cheered my trembling limbs,

442

Oh! bright rose the sun on the beautiful ocean,

181

O heard you the Mermaid of the sea,

R. Allan,

310

O! heard you yon pibroch sound sad in the gale,
Oh! holy be the sod,

Oh! I hae lost my silken snood,

7

Oh, once there were minutes when light my heart beat,
Oh! that the chemist's magic art,

Oh! weep not, sweet maid, though the bright

Once in the flight of ages past,

Once more, enchanting girl, adieu,

On the dark forest side an old minstrel sat playing,

O poortith cauld, and restless love,

O sleep not, Mosca, but wait for thy love,