"BID NOT ME, IN BATTLE-FIELD, BUCKLER LIFT, OR BROADSWORD WIELD! 382 THOUGHTS, FROM THE TONGUE THAT SLOWLY PART,-(SCOTT) ALL MY STRENGTH AND ALL MY ART IS TO TOUCH THE GENTLE HEART."-SCOTT. "LET DIMPLED MIRTH HIS TEMPLES TWINE WITH TENDRILS OF THE LAUGHING VINE, 46 FRIENDSHIP, ESTEEM, AND FAIR REGARD, SCOTT THE OUTLAW. 383 "With burnished brand and musketoon So gallantly you come, That lists the tuck of drum.”— No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear. And, oh, though Brignall banks be fair, And Greta woods be gay, Yet mickle must the maiden dare, "Maiden, a nameless life I lead, Were better mate than I ! And when I'm with my comrades met [From "Rokeby," canto iii.-"This poem exemplifies the peculiar skill AND PRAISE, THE POET'S BEST REWARD!"-SCOTT. THE MANLY OAK, THE PENSIVE YEW, TO PATRIOT AND TO SAGE BE DUE."-SCOTT. "THE HUNTING TRIBES OF AIR AND EARTH RESPECT THE BRETHREN OF THEIR BIRTH: MAN, ONLY, MARS KIND NATURE'S PLAN, AND TURNS THE FIERCE PURSUIT ON MAN."-SCOTT. "WHEN LOVERS MEET IN ADVERSE HOUR, 'TIS LIKE A SUN-GLIMPSE THROUGH A SHOWER, 66 ALL PRAISE BE TO MY MAKER GIVEN !(SIR W. SCOTT) HUNTING SONG. 385 To Beauty shy, by lattice high, The star of Love, all stars above, [From Scott's "Poetical Works."] A WATERY RAY, AN INSTANT SEEN THE DARKLY-CLOSING CLOUDS BETWEEN !"-SCOTT. HUNTING SONG. JAKEN, lords and ladies gay! All the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear; Waken, lords and ladies gay! The mist has left the mountain gray, Waken, lords and ladies gay ! LONG SUFFERANCE IS ONE PATH TO HEAVEN!"-SCOTT. "HIS WAS THE PATRIOT'S BURNING THOUGHT OF FREEDOM'S BATTLE BRAVELY FOUGHT, 386 66 GAZING ON PATHLESS GLEN AND MOUNTAIN HIGH, SCOTT) SIR WALTER SCOTT. OF CASTLES STORMED, OF CITIES FREED, OF DEEP DESIGN AND DARING DEED."-SCOTT. Run a course as well as we; SUBLIME BUT SAD DELIGHT THY SOUL HATH KNOWN."-SCOTT. |