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spoken to her in my life. She died about a month since.'
CLIV. The battle of Hohenlinden was fought on December 3rd, 1800.
CLVIII. From Maid Marian.
CLIX. From The Misfortunes of Elphin.
CLX. From Crotchet Castle.
CLXI. From Crotchet Castle.
CLXII. From Gryll Grange.
CLXIII. Written by Lord Byron in 1815, on returning from a ball-room, where he had seen Mrs. Wilmot Horton, in mourning, with numerous spangles on her dress.
CLXVIII. These lines were written for the Irish air Gramachree, but Wolfe denied that 'he had any real incident in view or had witnessed any immediate occurrence which might have prompted them.'
CLXIX. At Corunna, Jan. 16th, 1809.
From Death's Jest-Book, or The Fool's
CLXXXV. From The Bride's Tragedy.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
CCURST be love, and they that trust his trains
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh
Ah, my dear angry Lord
A ho! A ho!
Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair
A little saint best fits a little shrine
All ye woods, and trees, and bowers
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers
As I in hoary winter's night
As it fell upon a day
Ask me no more where Jove bestows.
Ask not the cause why sullen Spring.
A slumber did my spirit seal
A sunny shaft did I behold
As virtuous men pass mildly away
Away, delights, go seek some other dwelling
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon
Before my face the picture hangs
Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear
Bright be the place of thy soul