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. CLXXXIV. From Death's Jest-Book, or The Fool's Tragedy. CLXXXV. From The Bride's Tragedy. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A CCURST be love, and they that trust his trains 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 A weary lot is thine, fair maid Before my face the picture hangs 131 Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear 190 237 |