"BID NOT ME, IN BATTLE-FIELD, BUCKLER LIFT, OR BROADSWORD WIELD!

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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.

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"With burnished brand and musketoon

So gallantly you come,
I read you for a bold dragoon,

That lists the tuck of drum.”—
"I list no more 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,
Would reign my Queen of May!

"Maiden, a nameless life I lead,
A nameless death I'll die!
The fiend whose lantern lights the mead

Were better mate than I !

And when I'm with my comrades met
Beneath the greenwood bough,
What once we were we all forget,
Nor think what we are now.
Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green;
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer-queen."

[From "Rokeby," canto iii.-"This poem exemplifies the peculiar skill
with which Scott employs proper names; nor is there a surer sign of high
poetical genius."-F. T. Palgrave.]

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.

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To Beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born cavalier.

The star of Love, all stars above,
Now reigns o'er earth and sky,
And high and low the influence know--
But where is County Guy?

[From Scott's "Poetical Works."]

A WATERY RAY, AN INSTANT SEEN THE DARKLY-CLOSING CLOUDS BETWEEN !"-SCOTT.

HUNTING SONG.

JAKEN, lords and ladies gay!
On the mountain dawns the day;

All the jolly chase is here,

With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear;
Hounds are in their couples yelling,
Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling,
Merrily, merrily mingle they,-
"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

Waken, lords and ladies gay!

The mist has left the mountain gray,
Springlets in the dawn are streaming,
Diamonds on the brake are gleaming,
And foresters have busy been
To track the buck in thicket green;
Now we come to chant our lay,-
"Waken, lords and ladies gay."

Waken, lords and ladies gay !
To the greenwood haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
Fleet of foot, and tall of size;

LONG SUFFERANCE IS ONE PATH TO HEAVEN!"-SCOTT.

"HIS WAS THE PATRIOT'S BURNING THOUGHT OF FREEDOM'S BATTLE BRAVELY FOUGHT,

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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.