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Gertrude of Wyoming.
Part iii. St. 1.
THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
Canto ii. St. 1.
Canto ii. St. 12. I was not always a man of woe.
Canto ii. St. 22. I cannot tell how the truth
may I say the tale as 't was said to me.
Canto iii. St. 2.
Love rules the court, the camp,
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, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
Canto v. St. 13.
It is the secret sympathy,
Canto vi. St. 1.
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Canto vi. St. 2.
Canto ii. St. 27.
* Unwept, unnoted, and forever dead.
Pope's Odyssey. Book v. 402. 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.
Canto vi. St. 32.
Canto vi. St. 33.
Canto vi. Last Lines.
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,
Canto i. St. 21.
On his bold visage middle age
Canto ii. St. 22.
Canto iv. St. 1. The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
Canto iv. St. 30. Art thou a friend to Roderick ?
Canto v. St. 10.
And the stern joy which warriors feel
The Lord of the Isles.
Canto v. Stanza 18. O many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark, the archer little meant ! And many a word at random spoken May soothe, or wound, a heart that 's broken !
Vol. ii. Chapter xxi. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
Vol. i. Chapter xii. Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!
Lalla Rookh. The Fire-Worshippers. 0, ever thus from childhood's hour
I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; 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 Dissension between hearts that love! 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.