No motion has she now, no force; Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course 181 W. WORDSWORTH. LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER A Chieftain to the Highlands bound 5 'Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle 5 This dark and stormy water ? › 'O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, 10 15 20 And by my word! the bonny bird So though the waves are raging white By this the storm grew loud apace, 25 But still as wilder blew the wind The boat has left a stormy land, When, oh! too strong for human hand And still they row'd amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,- For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade 339 35 40 46 One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief 'Across this stormy water : And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!-O my daughter!' 'Twas vain the loud waves lash'd the shore, : Return or aid preventing : The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. 50 55 T. CAMPBELL 182 JOCK O' HAZELDEAN Why weep ye by the tide, ladie ? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride, ladie, But aye she loot the tears down fa' Now let this wilfu' grief be done, His step is first in peaceful ha', But aye she loot the tears down fa' 15 'A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, 20 And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, They sought her baith by bower and ha' ; She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean. SIR W. SCOTT. 183 FREEDOM AND LOVE How delicious is the winning 25 30 Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, 5 Love he comes, and Love he tarries, 10 Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Of fresh beauty for its fuel : Love's wing moults when caged and captured, Only free, he soars enraptured. Can you keep the bee from ranging Or the ringdove's neck from changing? In the knot there's no untying. T. CAMPBELL. 20 184 LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY The fountains mingle with the river The winds of heaven mix for ever Nothing in the world is single, See the mountains kiss high heaven 5 10 And the sunlight clasps the earth, 185 ECHOES P. B. SHELLEY. How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, Goes answering light! 15 5 'Tis when the sigh,-in youth sincere The sigh that 's breathed for one to hear, Breathed back again. 15 T. MOORE. 186 A SERENADE Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The lark, his lay who trill'd all day, Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, 5 |