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 Maids, who have lov'd but all too well. The steel-clad knight as home he wends, For, lo! thy song of triumph blends O Harp! be still a little while, Now, take with thee his last faint smile, FINIS. All white hang the bushes o'er Elaw's sweet stream, Joanna Baillie, 157 Blow on, ye wild winds, o'er his hallowed 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, Farewell! if ever fondest prayer, Byron, 142 Farewell, oh sweet hope! I have wept thee in sadness, From his booth on the hill, the sad shepherd retires, . note 298 Robt. Glassford, 175 note J. Findlay, 434 How eerily, how drearily, how wearily to pine, 280 How green the fields, the flowers how fair, note Patic Birnie, 289 How still is the night, and how death-like the gloom, I have known what it was to be happy and gay, Sir W. Raleigh, 415 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, note I've no sheep on the mountains, nor boat on the lake, Fanny de Beauharnois, 361 note Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around, note 194 Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnic lassie, O, Loud roar'd the tempest, the night was descending, Mark'd you her eye of heavenly blue, Mary, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow, May heaven holpe the Mayde, My cruel love to danger go, My father and mother now lie with the dead, My dying sire, in battle slain, Anderson, 223 Anderson, 88 |