Once again,- but how chang’d since… I have heard the deep voice of the… And the pines of Clanbrasil resou… That wearies the echoes of fair T… Alas! My poor bosom, and why shou…

The Pope he was saying the high,… All on Saint Peter’s day, With the power, to him given, by t… To wash men’s sins away. The Pope he was saying the blesse…

The Abbot on the threshold stood, And in his hand the holy rood: Then, cloaking hate with fiery zea… Proud Lorn first answered the app… ‘Thou comest, O holy man,

The Forest of Glenmore is drear, It is all of black pine, and the d… And the midnight wind to the mount… Is whistling the forest lullaby: The moon looks through the driftin…

The train has left the hills of B… The barrier guard have open made (So Lindesay bade) the palisade, That closed the tented ground; Their men the warders backward dre…

Woman’s faith, and woman’s trust - Write the characters in the dust; Stamp them on the running stream, Print them on the moon’s pale beam… And each evanescent letter

It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle… And she would marry a Scottish kn… For Love will still be lord of al… Blithely they saw the rising sun

Call it not vain;-they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper… And celebrates his obsequies: Who say, tall cliff and cavern lon…

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bow… The breeze is on the sea. The lark his lay who thrill’d all…

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan-Conuil. Come away, come away,

Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; All the jolly chase is here With hawk and horse and hunting-sp… Hounds are in their couples yellin…

TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears… And in her glory reappears. But oh, my Country’s wintry state

Late, when the autumn evening fell On Mirkwood-Mere’s romantic dell, The lake returned, in chastened gl… The purple cloud, the golden beam: Reflected in the crystal pool,

Stern eagle of the far north-west, Thou that bearest in thy grasp the… Thou whose rushing pinions stir oc… Thou the destroyer of herds, thou… Amidst the scream of thy rage,

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…