True love 's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven:

It is not fantasy's hot fire,

Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly;

It liveth not in fierce desire,

With dead desire it doth not die;

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.

Lay of the Last Minstrel.

Canto v. Stanza 13.

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

From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down

To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.

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.

Canto vi. Stanza 1.

Stanza 2.

Profaned the God-given strength, and marred the lofty

line.

Marmion. Introduction to Canto i.

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,

When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Marmion. Introduction to Canto ii.

When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.

"T is an old tale and often told;

But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betrayed for gold,

That loved, or was avenged, like me.

When Russia hurried to the field,

And snatched the spear, but left the shield.1

Ibid.

Stanza 27.

Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?

Lightly from fair to fair he flew,
And loved to plead, lament, and sue;
Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain,
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Canto iv. Stanza 30.

Canto v. Stanza 9.

With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.

But woe awaits a country when

She sees the tears of bearded men.

And dar'st thou then

Stanza 12.

Stanza 16.

To beard the lion in his den,

Canto vi. Stanza 14.

The Douglas in his hall?

1 Compare Freneau. Page 381.

"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!"

Ibid. L'Envoy. To the Reader. In listening mood, she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 17.

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,
Of finer form, or lovelier face.

A foot more light, a step more true,

Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.

On his bold visage middle age

Had slightly pressed its signet sage,
Yet had not quenched the open truth
And fiery vehemence of youth:
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.

Stanza 18.

Ibid.

Stanza 21.

1 Compare Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1. Page 119.
2 O for the voice of that wild horn. - Rob Roy, Ch. ii.

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

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.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream;
Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fierce as Frenzy's fevered blood.
Thou many-headed monster thing,
O, who would wish to be thy king!

Canto iv. Stanza 1.

Stanza 30.

Canto v. Stanza 10.

Ibid.

Stanza 30

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn

Were worth a thousand men.

Lady of the Lake. Canto vi. Stanza 18.

Come as the winds come, when

Forests are rended;
Come as the waves come, when
Navies are stranded.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succour dawns from Heaven.

Pibroch of Donald Dhu.

Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 20.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain
As pleasures in the vale of pain,
That dazzle as they fade.

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!

Where lives the man that has not tried

How mirth can into folly glide,

And folly into sin!

Stanza 23.

Canto v. Stanza 18.

Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 15.

O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer's queen.

Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
The vanities of life forego,

And count their youthful follies o'er,

Stanza 16.

Till Memory lends her light no more. Canto v. Stanza 1.