Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii. St. 1. O love! in such a wilderness as this. WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832. THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. Canto ii. St. 1. If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Canto ii. St. 12. I was not always a man of woe. Canto ii. St. 22. I cannot tell how the truth may be; Canto iii. St. 2. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love. Canto v. St. 1. Call it not vain; they do not err, Who say, that, when the poet dies, And celebrates his obsequies. Canto v. St. 13. True love 's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind. Canto vi. St. 1. Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.* Canto vi. St. 2. O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Marmion. Canto ii. St. 27. 'Tis an old tale, and often told. * Unwept, unnoted, and forever dead. Canto v. St. 12. · With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. Canto iv. St. 14. And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den? Canto vi. St. 30. Oh woman! in our hours of ease, By the light quivering aspen made, Canto vi. St. 32. Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on! Canto vi. St. 33. O for the voice of that wild horn Canto vi. Last Lines. To all, to each, a fair good night, The Lady of the Lake. Canto i. St. 18. * Also in Rob Roy, Vol. i. Ch. ii. A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew. Canto i. St. 21. On his bold visage middle age Canto ii. St. 22. Some feelings are to mortals given Canto iv. St. 1. The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, Canto iv. St. 30. Art thou a friend to Roderick? Canto v. St. 10. Come one, come all! this rock shall fly And the stern joy which warriors feel The Lord of the Isles. Canto v. Stanza 18. O many a shaft, at random sent, And many a word at random spoken Old Mortality. Vol. ii. Chapter xxi. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! The Monastery. Vol. i. Chapter xii. Within that awful volume lies THOMAS MOORE. 1780-1852. Lalla Rookh. The Fire-Worshippers. I never loved a tree or flower, But 't was the first to fade away. The Light of the Harem. Alas! how light a cause may move Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity. |