In vain by foreign arts assail'd, No foreign loves her breast beguile ; That o'er thy cheeks those roses stray'd; Thy breath, the violet of the vale, Thy voice, the music of the shade: Ah! woe to thee, that Ellen's love Alone to thy soft tale would yield; " 'Twas thus a wayward sister spoke, As from her dim-wood glen she broke, The lines descriptive of Ellen's re tiring to slumber, and of the accompanying scenery, have always appeared to me of almost unparalleled beauty, and as conveying to the fancy a painting worthy of the best Italian master: " "Twas when, on summer's softest eve, "When all the mountain-gales were still, And the wave slept against the shore; And the sun, sunk beneath the hill, Left his last smile on Lemmormore.' The allusion to the power presiding over dreams, and its wonder-working in fluence, is very striking: "There is some kind and courtly sprite ""Tis told, and I believe the tale, At this soft hour the sprite was there, The miraculous bower is most fanci fully embellished: "Yet it was wrought in simple show; Nor Indian mine nor orient shores "All round a poplar's trembling arms The wild-rose wound its damask flow'r; The woodbine lent its spicy charms, That loves to weave the lover's bow'r. "The ash, that courts the mountain-air, "With thyme, that loves the brown hill's breast; The cowslip's sweet reclining head; The violet, of sky-woven vest, Was all the fairy ground bespread." At a time and in a place thus auspicious to love, the vision of Nithisdale, with "hunter's spear and warrior's bow," is presented to the fancy of the sleeping Ellen; when the poet interrupts his narrative by an appeal to the experience of his reader; of whom he asks, whether he, too, has not been led by the sprite of dreams over embroidered lawns and flowery valleys; and adds, b} "Hast thou not some fair object seen, And, when the fleeting form was past, Still on thy mem'ry found its mien, And felt the fond idea last?” M This is preparatory to the subsel quent interview between Nithisdale and Ellen, whose heart is thus prepossessed in favour of him who is the ruler of her destiny. She finds him sleeping; he awakes while she gazes on him, and, subdued by the eloquence with which passion inspires her youthful lover, she is irretrievably captivated. The meet |