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,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.

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.

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, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, 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,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land !
Whose heart hạth ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand ?

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 ;
Land of the mountain and the flood.

Marmion.

Canto ii. St. 27.
’T is an old tale, and often told.

* 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.
Oh woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made,
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou !

Canto vi. St. 32.
Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
Were the last words of Marmion.

Canto vi. St. 33.
O for the voice of that wild horn
On Fontarabian echoes borne.*

Canto vi. Last Lines.
To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

The Lady of the Lake. Canto i. St. 18.
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A nymph, a naiad, or a grace,
Of finer form or lovelier face.

.

* 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
Had slightly pressed its signet sage.

Canto ii. St. 22.
Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.

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.
Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.

And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.

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 !

Old Mortality.

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.

The Monastery.

Vol. i. Chapter xii. Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!

THOMAS MOORE.

1780–1852.

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.