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Still in thy garden let me watch their

pranks, And see in Dian's vest between the

ranks Of the trim vines, some maid that half

believes The vestul fires, of which her lover

grieves, With that sly satyr peeping through the leaves !

1828. 1829.

PHANTOM OR FACT

A DIALOGUE IN VERSE

AUTHOR

shed,

Fair cities, gallant mansions, castles old, And forests, where beside his leafy hold The sullen boar hath heard the distant

horn, And whets his tusks against the gnarled

thorn ; Palladian palace with its storied halls ; Fountains, where Love lies listening to

their falls ; Gardens, where flings the bridge its airy

span, And Nature makes her happy home

with man: Where many a gorgeous flower is duly

fed With its own rill, on its own spangled

bed, And wreathes the marble urn, or leans

its head, A mimic mourner, that with veil with

drawn Weeps liquid gems, the presents of the

dawn; Thine all delights, and every muse is

thine ; And more than all, the embrace and

intertwine Of all with all in gay and twinkling

dance ! Mid gods of Greece and warriors of

romance, See! Boccace sits, unfolding on his

knees The new found roll of old Mæonides ; But from his mantle's fold, and near the

heart, Peers Ovid's Holy Book of Love's sweet

smart !1 O all-enjoying and all-blending sage, Long be it mine to con thy mazy page, Where half conceal'd, the eye of fancy

views Fauns, nymphs, and winged saints, all

A LOVELY form there sate beside my

bed, And such a feeling calm its presence A tender lore so pure from earthly

leaven, That I unnethe the fancy might con

trol, 'Twas my own spirit newly come from

heaven, Wooing its gentle way into my soul! But all the change-It had not stirr d,

and yetAlas! that change how fain would I

forget! That shrinking back, like one that had

mistook ! That weary, wandering, disavowing

look ! 'Twas all another, feature, look, and

frame, And still, methought, I knew, it was

the same !

FRIEND

This riddling tale, to what does it be

long? Is't history ? vision? or an idle song? Or rather say at once,

within what space Of time this wild disastrous change took place?

AUTHOR

Call it a moment's work (and such it

seems) This tale's a fragment from the life of

dreams ; But say, that years matur'd the silent

gracious to thy muse! 1 I know few more striking or more interesting proofs of the overwhelming influence which the study of the Greek and Roman classics exercised on the judgments, feelings, and imaginations of the literati of Europe at the commencement of the restoration of literature, than the passage in the Filocopo of Boccaccio, where the sage instructor, Racheo, as soon as the young prince and the beautiful girl Biancofiore had learned their letters, sets them to study the Holy Book, Ovid's Art of Love. * Incominciò Racheo a inette il suo officio in esecuzione con intera sollecitudine. E loro, in breve tempo, insegnato a conoscer le lettere, fece leggere il santo libro d'Ovvidio, nel quale il sommo poeta mostra, come i santi fuochi di Venere si debbano ne' freddi cuori accendere." --(Coleridge.)

strife, And 'tis a record from the dream of life.

1830. 1834

SCOTT

LIST OF REFERENCES

EDITIONS

POETICAL WORKS, edited by William Minto, 2 volumes, Edinburgh, 1887-88. -- POETICAL WORKS, 1 volume, edited, with revision of text, by W. J. Rolfe, Boston, 1888. POETICAL WORKS, edited by Andrew Lang. 6 volumes, 1902. — POETICAL WORKS, 1 volume, edited by F. T. Palgrave, The Macmillan Co., 1866 (Globe Edition; not complete). — * COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS, 1 volume, edited by H. E. Scudder, The Houghton, Mif

1 Alin Co., 1900 (Cambridge Edition). - POEMS, 1 volume, edited by J. Logie Robertson, Clarendon Press, 1906 (Oxford Edition). - JOURNAL,

, 1825-1832, 2 volumes, edited by David Douglas, Edinburgh, 1890. FAMILIAR LETTERS, 2 volumes, edited by David Douglas, Edinburgh, 1894.

BIOGRAPHY ** LOCKHART (J. G.), Life of Sir Walter Scott, 1837.-*HUTTON (R. H.), Scott, 1878 (English Men of Letters Series). (Containing two chapters of excellent criticism on Scott as a poet.) YONGE (C. D.), Scott, 1888 (Great Writers Series). - SAINTSBURY (George), Sir Walter Scott, 1897

(Famous Scots Series). — HUDSON (W. H.), Sir Walter Scott, 1901 (Scots Epoch Makers). – HUGHES (Mary A. W.), Letters and Recollections of Scott, Smith, Elder & Co., 1904. — NORGATE (G. Le G.), Life of Sir Walter Scott, Methuen, 1906. --- JENKS (T.), In the Days of Scott, A. S. Barnes, 1906. — *LANG (A.), Sir Walter Scott, 1906 (Literary Lives Series).

CRITICISI BALL (Margaret), Sir Walter Scott as a Critic, 1907. -- BEERS (H. A.), English Romanticism in the Nineteenth Century, 1901. *BROOKE (Stopford A.), Studies in Poetry, 1907. — *CARLYLE (T.), Miscellanies, Vol. IV; from the London and Westminster Review, 1838. — CROCKETT (S. R.), The Scott Country, 1902. EMERSON (R. W.), Miscellanies. — HAY (John), Addresses: Speech at the Unveiling of the Bust of Scott in Westminster Abbey, 1897. - Howells (W. D.), My Literary Passions, 1895. - Hugo (Victor), Littérature et Philosophie, 1831. - HUTTON (R. H.), Brif Literary Criticisms, 1906. -- JEFFREY (Francis), Edinburgh Review, No. 23 (April, 1808), Art. 1, Marmion; No. 32, Art. 1, Lady of the Lake: No. 36. Art. 6, Vision of Don Roderick; No. 48, Art. 1, Lord of the Isles. Also in his Critical Essays. -- KER (W.P.), Scott, in Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Vol. III, new edition, 1904. . *LANG (A.), Letters to Dead Authors, 1886. LANG (A.), Essays in Little, 1891. – LANG (A.), Poets' Country, 1907. -- Prescott (W. H.), Biographical and Critical Miscellanies, 1815. . *PALGRAVE (F. T.), Introduction to the Globe Edition, 1856. *RUSKIN (John), Modern Painters, Part IV, Chap. 16 (especially sections 2245) and 17. — *RUSKIN (John), Fors Clavigera, Letters 31-34, 92. SAINTSBURY (G.), Essays on English Literature, Second Series, 1895. *SHAIRP (J. C.), Aspects of Poetry: Homeric Spirit of Scott, 1881. — Smith (Goldwin), Scott's Poetry again; in the Atlantic, March, 1905. — STEPHEN (Leslie), Hours in a Library, Vol. I, 1874, 1892. — SWINBURNE (A. C.), Studies in Prose and Poetry, 1894. — SYMONS (Arthur), Was Sir Walter Scott a Poet; in the Atlantic, Nov., 1904. SYMONS (Arthur), Romantic Movement in English Poetry, 1909. - WOODBERRY (G. E.), Great Writers, 1907; from McClure's Magazine, June, 1905.

SCOTT

2

WILLIAM AND HELEN

“ 0, Mother, what is gone is gone,

What's lost forever lorn : Imitated from Bürger's Lenore. See Lock

Death, death alone can comfort me; bart's Life of Scott, Volume I, Chap. 7.

O had I ne'er been born !
From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,
And eyed the dawning red :

“O, break, my heart, O, break at once! **Alas, my love, thou tarriest long !

Drink my life-blood, Despair ! () art thou false or dead ?"

No joy remains on earth for me,

For me in heaven no share.”
With gallant Frederick's princely power
He sought the bold crusade,

“O, enter not in judgment, Lord ! ” But not a word from Judah's wars

The pious mother prays ; Told Helen how he sped.

• Impute not guilt to thy frail child !

She knows not what she says. With Paynim and with Saracen

“O, say thy pater-noster, child ! At length a truce was made,

0, turn to God and grace ! And every knight returned to dry

His will, that turned thy bliss to bale, The tears his love had shed.

Can change thy bale to bliss." Our gallant host was homeward bound

“O mother, mother, what is bliss ? With many a song of joy ;

O mother, what is bale ?
Green waved the laurel in each plume,
The badge of victory.

My William's love was beaven on earth,

Without it earth is hell. And old and young, and sire and son, • Why should I pray to ruthless Heaven, To meet them crowd the way,

Since my loved William's slain ? With shouts and mirth and melody, I only prayed for William's sake, The debt of love to pay.

And all my prayers were vain." Full many a maid her true-love met, 0, take che sacrament, my child, And sobbed in his embrace.

And check these tears that flow; And fluttering joy in tears and smiles By resignation's humble prayer, Arrayed full many a face.

O, hallowed be thy woe !" Nor joy nor smile for Helen sad,

“ No sacrament can quench this fire, She sought the host in vain ;

Or slake this scorching pain ;

No sacrament can bid the dead
For none could tell her W’illiam's fate,
If faithless or if slain.

Arise and live again.

“O, break, my heart, O, break at once ! The martial band is past and gone;

Be thou my god, Despair ! She rends her raven hair,

Heaven's heaviest blow has fallen on me, And in distraction's bitter mood

And vain each fruitless prayer." She weeps with wild despair.

“ O, enter not in judgment, Lord, “0, rise, my child,” her mother said, With thy frail child of clay ! “Nor sorrow thus in vain ;

She knows not what her tongue bas A perjured lover's fleeting heart

spoke ; No tears recall again."

Impute it not, I pray !

" Forbear, my child, this desperate woe,

And turn to God and grace ; Well can devotion's heavenly glow

Convert thy bale to bliss."

“ () mother, mother, what is bliss ?

O mother, what is bale ? Without my William what were heaven,

Or with him what were hell ?”

“Let the wind lowl through hawthorn

bush ! This night we must away; The steed is wight, the spur is bright ;

I cannot stay till day.' · Busk, busk, and boune! Thou mount'st

behind Upon my black barb steed : O'er stock and stile, a hundred miles,

We haste to bridal bed." “ To-night-to-night a hundred miles !

O dearest William, stay! The bell strikes twelve-dark, dismal

hour ! 0, wait, my love, till day!” “Look here, look here--the moon shines

clearFull fast I ween we ride : Mount and away! for ere the day

We reach our bridal bed.

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Wild she arraigns the eternal doom,

Upbraids each sacred power, Till, spent, she sought her silent room,

All in the lonely tower. She beat her breast, she wrung her

hands, Till sun and day were o'er, And through the glimmering lattice

shone The twinkling of the star. Then, crash ! the heavy drawbridge fell

That o'er the moat was hung;
And, clatter ! clatter ! on its boards

The hoof of courser rung.
The clank of echoing steel was heard

As off the rider bounded ;
And slowly on the winding stair

A beavy footstep sounded.
And hark ! and hark ! a knock — tap!

tap! A rustling stifled noise :Door-latch and tinkling staples ring;

At length a whispering voice. " Awake, awake, arise, my love!

How, Helen, dost thou fare? Wak'st thou, or sleep'st I laugh'st thou,

or weep'st ? Hast thought on me, my fair ? " “My love! my love !--so late by night!-

I wakel, I wept for thee: Much have I borne since dawn of morn;

Where, William, couldst thou be ? "

“ The black barb snorts, the bridle

rings; Haste, busk, and boune, and seat thee: The feast is made, the chamber spreau,

The bridal guests a wait thee.” Strong love prevailed : she busks, she

bounes, She mounts the barb behind, And round her darling William's waist

Her lily arms she twined.
And, hurry! hurry ! off they rode,

As fast as fast might be ;
Spurned from the courser's thundering

heels The flashing pebbles flee. And on the right and on the left,

Ere they could snatch a view, Fast, fast each mountain, mead, and

plain, And cot and castle flew. “Sit fast-dost fear ?- The moon shines

clearFleet goes my barb-keep hold! Fear'st thou ?"-"O no!” she faintly

But why so stern and cold ? “What yonder rings ? what yonder

sings ? Why shrieks the owlet gray ? " "T is death-bell's clang, 't is funerai

song. The body to the clay.

said ;

“ We saddle late--from Hungary

I rode since darkness fell;
And to its bourne we both return

Before the matin-bell."
"O, rest this night within my arms,

And warm thee in their foldi Chill howls through hawthorn bush the

wind :-My love is deadly cold.”

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