Long, through evil and through good,
With unshaken fortitude;

Of peace in battle twice achieved;
Of her fiercest foe subdued,

And Europe from the yoke relieved,
Upon that Brabantine plain:
Such the proud, the virtuous story,.
Such the great, the endless glory,
Of her father's splendid reign.
He, who wore the sable mail,
Might at this heroic tale,
Wish himself on earth again.

One who reverently, for thee,
Raised the strain of bridal verse,
Flower of Brunswick! mournfully
Lays a garland on thy herse.

FINIS.

TABLE OF FIRST LINES.

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Are other eyes beguiling, Love

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A BEAUTIFUL and laughing thing
Alas! the days of chivalry are fled
Alone beneath the moon I roved

An anxious, lingering, perilous voyage past
And is there glory from the Heavens departed
And this is death! how cold and still

And thou hast walk'd about-how strange a story

A Pilgrim of the Harp was he

Apollo has peep'd through the shutter

Art thou a thing of mortal birth

Ask'st thou my home? my pathway wouldst thou

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Autumnal leaves, Autumnal leaves

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Behold this ruin!-'twas a skull

Bird of the heavens! whose matchless eye Bright, bright is the eye of the wild gazelle 'Britannia rules the waves'

Clouds gather'd o'er the dark blue sky
Cold is the breast, extinct the vital spark
Could'st thou but know what 'tis to weep

Deep in the wave is a coral grove

Dost thou idly ask to hear

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Fair images of sleep

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Fare thee well, soul of sweet romance! farewell

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His foot's in the stirrup

Farewell-a long farewell to thee

Father, whither art thou gone

Fill the goblet again! for I never before

Forget thee?"-if to dream by night

Graceful "Phantom of delight!"

Green wave the oak for ever o'er thy rest

Harp of the winds! what music may compare
He must be rich whom I could love

Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie

Her mighty sails the breezes swell
He trod his native land

His was a harp just fit to pour

His was the master spirit at his spells
How beautiful upon the wave

Howe'er the sceptic scoffs, the poet sighs

How may this little tablet feign
How vain to cast my love away

I call upon thee in the night
I came, but they had pass'd away

I do not love thee!-no! I do not love thee
If I had thought thou couldst have died

I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone
I heard thy fate without a tear

I knew thee not! then wherefore gaze

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I lookit east-I lookit west

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love my love in the morning

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I love this glad season, as it yearly comes

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In a young lady's heart once a secret was lurking

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I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name

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Is she not beautiful, although so pale

I think of thee, in the night
It is the spot I came to seek

It was a lonely hamlet, where the trees
It was an aged man, who stood

It was not for the diamond ring

I've pleasant thoughts, that memory brings.

Leaves quiver in the balmy air

Let others seek for empty joys

Long years have pass'd since last I stray'd
Love is a plant of holier birth

Magnificent creature! so stately and bright

May, queen of blossoms

Memorial frail of youthful years

Methinks it is good to be here

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'Mid shouts that hail'd her from the shore Morn on the waters!-and, purple and bright 'My birthday'-what a different sound

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My father is dead, and my mother is dead
My friend, I gave a glad assent
My mother's grave, my mother's grave

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My mother's voice! how oft doth creep

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Night is the time for rest

No circling hills may sweeping form

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Not a drum was heard,-not a funeral note
Now glory to the Lord of Hosts

Oh! gentle shade,-reproach me not

O, breathe no more that simple air

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O glorious is that morning sky
Oh, ask me not how long thy gentle love
Oh! come to my slumber

Oh! how could fancy crown with thee