Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden’s breast Parted for ever
Where, through groves deep and high Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die Under the willow
Eleu loro Soft shall be his pillow
The...
There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale,
But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael
A stranger commanded —- it sunk on the land,
It has frozen each heart, and benumb'd every hand
The Abbot on the threshold stood,
And in his hand the holy rood:
Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,
Proud Lorn first answered the appeal; — "Thou comest,
Viewless essence, thin and bare,
Well nigh melted into air,
Still with fondness hovering
The earthly form thou once didst wear,
Dust unto dust,
To this all must;
The tenant hath resign'd The faded form To waste and worm— Corruption claims her kind
Through paths unknown Thy soul hath flown,
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,"This is my own, my native land
"Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy'd me,
At the close of the evening through woodlands to roam,
Where the forester, 'lated, with wonder espied
Explore the wild scenes he was quitting for home
From a rude isle, his ruder lineage came
The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's hearth Ascending, wraps some capital in flame, Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth
And for the soul that bade him waste the earth— The sable land-flood fr...
Addressed to the Right Hon
Lady Anne Hamilton
When princely Hamilton's
Ennobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,
Ah
County Guy, the hour is nigh The sun has left the lea, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea
The lark, his lay who trill’d all day, Sits hush’d his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, But ...
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke
'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my c...
The glowing censers, and their rich perfume;
The splendid vestments, and the sounding choir;
The gentle sigh of soul-subduing piety;
The alms which open-hearted charity Bestows, with kindly glance; and