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KNOWLES.
Robin and Appa

58
LANDON (Miss)

The Soldier's Grave

The Grasp of the Dead 178
LANGHORNE.
Tbe Drowning Fly

35
The Visions of Fancy 152
LLOYD.

The Hare and the Tortoise 5
MALLET.
Edwin and Emma

120
William and Margaret 248
Mason.
Ode to Truth

187
MERRICK.
The Chameleon

18

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POLLOK.

The Bible; Star of Eternity 272
Friendship

290
The Death of the Young
Mother

291
The Song of Heaven

310
PoPE.
The Man of Ross

54
The City and Country
Mouse.

206
On Versification

229

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MONTGOMERY.
A Mother's Love

69
A Field Flower

72
Night

84
The Crucifixion

90
Friends

100
The Love of Country and
of Home

113
Voyage of the First Mis-

sionaries to Greenland 123
Death of Adam

130
The Lyre

136
To Britain

211
Friendship, Love, and Truth 224
The Dial .

246
The Stranger & his Friend 263
Religion

277
MORE, Mrs. H.
The Plum Cakes

14
The Bundle of Sticks.

39
MOULTRIE.

My Brother's Grave 301
OGILVIE.

Dissolution of Nature 165
Piozzi, MRS.
The Three Warnings

50

Scott, Sir Walter
The Last Minstrel

1
Patriotism

3
Lochinvar

63
The Death of Marmion 66
Landing of the British

Army in the Peninsula . 238
SHAKSPEARE.

Richmond encouraging his
Soldiers

216
Henry IV.'s Soliloquy on
Sleep.

231
Othello's Apology

251
Marcellus's Speech to the
Mob

259
Cassius against Cæsar 265
Cardinal Wolsey on his Fall 275
Antony's Oration over Cæ.
sar's Body

284
Hamlet's Soliloquy
Death

295
SMITH, Horace.

The Farmer and the Coun.
sellor

252
Address to an Egyptian

Mammy.
SMOLLETT.
Ode to Independence .

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WHITE, H. K.
The Star of Bethlehem

30
Solitude (The Complaint) 79
The Power of God.

230
Power and Omnipresence of
God

230
WHITEHEAD.
The Youth and the Philo-

sopher
WILKIE.

The Boy and the Rainbow 30
WILLIS.
The Boy

235
Wilson.
A Ship Sinking.

180
Wolfe.

The Burial of Sir J. Moore 17
WORDSWORTH.
We are Seven

7
YOUNG.

On the Importance of Time
to Man

240
Procrastination

261
On the Wonders of Re-

demption

228

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Walcot.

The Fly and the Spider
William Pend, Nathan, and

306

the Bailiff .
The Gipsy

129
183

Watts.

False Greatness
Earth and Heaven

91
185

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THE POETIC

POETIC RECITER.

THE LAST MINSTREL.

The way was long, the wind was cold,
The Minstrel was infirm and old ;
His withered cheek, and tresses gray,
Seemed to have known a better day;
The harp, his sole remaining joy,
Was carried by an orphan boy.
The last of all the bards was he,
Who sung of Border chivalry.
For, well-a-day! their date was fled,
His tuneful brethren all were dead;
And he, neglected and oppressed,
Wished to be with them, and at rest.
No more, on prancing palfrey borne,
He carolled, light as lark at morn;
No longer courted and caressed,
High placed in hall, a welcome guest,
He poured, to lord and lady gay,
The unpremeditated lay:
Old times were changed, old manners gone;
A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne;
The bigots of the iron time
Had called his harmless art a crime.
A wandering harper, scorned and poor,
He begged his bread from door to door;
And tuned, to please a peasant's ear,
The harp, a king had loved to hear.

He passed where Newark's stately tower
Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower :
The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye-
No humbler resting-place was nigh.
With hesitating step, at last,
The embattled portal-arch he passed,

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Whose ponderous grate and massy bar,
Had oft rolled back the tide of war,
But never closed the iron door,
Against the desolate and poor,
The Duchess marked his weary pace,
His timid mien, and reverend face,
And bade her page the menials tell,
That they should tend the old man well :
For she had known adversity,
Though born in such a high degree;
In pride of power, in beauty's bloom,
Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb !

When kindness had his wants supplied,
And the old man was gratified,
Began to rise his minstrel pride:
And he began to talk anon,
Of good Earl Francis, dead and gone,
And of Earl Walter, rest him God !
A braver ne'er to battle rode;
And how full many a tale he knew,
Of the old warriors of Buccleuch;
And, would the noble Duchess deign
To listen to an old man's strain,
Though stiff in hand, his voice though weak,
He thought even yet, the sooth to speak,
That, if she loved the harp to hear,
He could make music to her ear.

The humble boon was soon obtained ;
The aged Minstrel audience gained.
But, when he reached the room of state,
Where she with all her ladies sate,
Perchance he wished his boon denied :
For, when to tune his harp he tried,
His trembling hand had lost the ease,
Which marks security to please ;
And seenes, long past, of joy and pain,
Came wildering o'er his aged brain,
He tried to tune his harp in vain.

The pitying Duchess praised its chime,
And gave him heart, and gave him time,
Till every string's according glee
Was blended into harmony.
And then, he said, he would full fain
He could recal an ancient strain,
He never thought to sing again.
It was not framed for village churls,
But for high dames and mighty earls ;
He had played it to King Charles the Good,
When he kept court in Holyrood;
And much he wished, yet feared, to try
The long-forgotten melody,

Amid the strings his fingers strayed,
And an uncertain warbling made,
And oft he shook his hoary head.
But when he caught the measure wild,
The old man raised his face, and smiled;
And lightened up his faded eye,
With all a poet's ecstacy!
In varying cadence, soft or strong,
He swept the sounding chords along :
The present scene, the future lot,
His toils, his wants, were all forgot;
Cold diffidence, and age's frost,
In the full tide of song were lost;
Each blank in faithless memory void,
The poet's glowing thought supplied ;
And, while his harp responsive rung,
'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.

PATRIOTISM.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,

From wandering on a foreign strand !

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