And is it in the flight of threescore years? 163 At summer eve, when heaven's aerial bow, 103 Away! thou dying saint, away! Aye-down to the dust with them, slaves as they are, ....... 96 126 Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, 155 Be patient yet, my soul, thou hast not long, 97 Behold the slowly-opening bud—the infant on the knee, 205 132 Calm was the eve, and cooling was the gale, 29 Cold, cold lies the sod on a heart once so warm, 107 Fond, fluttering insect, cease to urge thy fate, 180 Friendship! I thought thee once a pleasing thing, 173 Hark, how the church-bell's thundering harmony, 151 174 Page. Has sorrow thy young days shaded? 87 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star, 227 His sword and plume are on his pall, .................................................... 138 162 I cannot weep! I dare not pray! I cannot weep, yet I can feel, ...................................... ............................................................ I hear thee, O thou rustling stream! thou'rt from my native dell, 250 165 I must tune up my harp's broken string, 159 I saw her in the morn of life-the summer of her years, If I had thought thou could'st have died, ......................................................... 169 176 If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, 121 In all my wanderings round this world of care, .......................................... 156 In parting, perhaps we are breaking a link, 80 Is thy face like thy Mother's? my fair child! Nay, William, nay, not so; the changeful year, 118 Not a leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirred, 237 Not yet, frail flower! thy charms unclose, 123 Now is the time completed, 232 O child of sorrow, be it thine to know, 48 O! land of the Godly, how lone and deserted! 143 41 Page O thou vast ocean! ever-sounding sea! Oh! banquet not in these shining bowers, Ob my love has an eye of the softest blue, Our fathers,-where are they? and where, Shall Britain, where the soul of freedom reigns, Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave, ................. Silent and sad the Minstrel sat, 134 Star of the brave! whose beam hath shed, 69 Stranger, if peace delights your cultured mind, ....................................... 199 203 Sweet flowers! that, from your humble beds, ...................................... 63 Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloom, 25 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 178 135 The boatswain's shrill whistle piped all hands ahoy, 197 216 The glory of evening was spread through the west, The heavens are cloudless, the winds are asleep, The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! 15 89 The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore, ..*..................... 59 The minstrel boy to the war is gone, 170 The mist is on the mountain, The rose had been washed (just washed in a shower,) There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, .......... 116 They who have marked the blooming rose, .................................... 171 Through sorrow's night and danger's path, 113 'Tis not the loss of love's assurance, Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle, To honour those who gave us birth, 13 23 49 To mark the sufferings of the babe, 184 'Twas a dread vision, 'Twas whispered in heaven, and muttered in hell, We do not curse thee, Waterloo, We met-we gazed-I saw and sighed, Unfading hope! when life's last embers burn, 50 32 When I view thy proud trophies of glory long past, 117 68 9 Who is the honest man? Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish, brings, With what unknown delight the mother smiled, Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm, ..................... • You are old, father William,' the young man cried, THE POETICAL MELANGE. IN MEMORY OF MR GRATTAN. SHALL the harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes? Shall a minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave, Where the first-where the last of her patriots lies? No-faint though the death-song may fall from his lips, Though his harp, like his soul, may with shadows be crost, Yet, yet shall it sound, 'mid a nation's eclipse, And proclaim to the world what a star hath been lost. |