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November’s hail-cloud drifts away, November’s sunbeam wan Looks coldly on the castle grey, When forth comes Lady Anne. The orphan by the oak was set,
Glowing with love, on fire for fam… A Troubadour that hated sorrow Beneath his lady’s window came, And thus he sung his last good-mor… ‘My arm it is my country’s right,
Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day She roams from cot to castle gay; And still her voice and viol say, Ah, maids, beware the woodland way… Think on Louise.
An hour with thee! When earliest… Dapples with gold the eastern gray… Oh, what can frame my mind to bear The toil and turmoil, cark and car… New griefs, which coming hours unf…
The summer sun, whose early power Was wont to gild Matilda’s bower, And rouse her with his matin ray Her duteous orisons to pay, That morning sun has three times s…
The moon’s on the lake, and the mi… And the Clan has a name that is n… Then gather, gather, gather Griga… Gather, gather, gather Grigalach! Our signal for fight, that from mo…
‘O hone a rie’! O hone a rie!’ The pride of Albin’s line is o’er… And fall’n Glenartney’s statelies… We ne’er shall see Lord Ronald mo… O, sprung from great Macgillianor…
The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick’s vale, is sinking swe… The westland wind is hush and stil… The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden’s breast Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and hig…
O young Lochinvar is come out of… Through all the wide Border his s… And save his good broadsword he we… He rode all unarm’d, and he rode a… So faithful in love, and so dauntl…
O, will you hear a knightly tale o… It was the noble Moringer in wedl… He halsed and kiss’d his dearest d… And said, ‘Now, lady of my heart,… II.
All joy was bereft me the day that… And climb’d the tall vessel to sai… O weary betide it! I wander’d bes… And bann’d it for parting my Will… Far o’er the wave hast thou follow…
Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady… When princely Hamilton’s abode Ennobled Cadyow’s Gothic towers, The song went round, the goblet fl… And revel sped the laughing hours.
Viewless essence, thin and bare, Well nigh melted into air, Still with fondness hovering near The earthly form thou once didst w… Pause upon thy pinion’s flight;
Introduction. Lives there a strain, whose sounds… May rise distinguished o’er the di… Or died it with yon Master of the… Who sung beleaguered Ilion’s evil…