On Ettrick Forest’s mountains dun ’Tis blithe to hear the sportsman’… And seek the heath-frequenting bro… Far through the noonday solitude; By many a cairn and trenched mound…

The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazel mi… May boast itself the fairest flowe… In glen, or copse, or forest dingl… Though fair her gems of azure hue,

Breathes there the man, with soul… Who never to himself hath said, ‘This is my own, my native land!’ Whose heart hath ne’er within him… As home his footsteps he hath turn…

In Imitation of An Old English… My wayward fate I needs must plai… Though bootless be the theme; I loved, and was beloved again, Yet all was but a dream:

From heavy dreams fair Helen rose… And eyed the dawning red: ‘Alas, my love, thou tarriest long… O art thou false or dead?’- II.

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and… As in that well - remember’d night When first thy mystic braid was wo… And first my Agnes whisper’d love… Since then how often hast thou pre…

The toils are pitched, and the sta… Ever sing merrily, merrily; The bows they bend, and the knives… Hunters live so cheerily. It was a stag, a stag of ten,

Fair Brussels, thou art far behin… Though, lingering on the morning w… We yet may hear the hour Pealed over orchard and canal, With voice prolonged and measured…

Farewell to Northmaven, Grey Hillswicke, farewell! The storms on thy haven, The storms on thy fell - To each breeze that can vary

O who, that shared them, ever shal… The emotions of the spirit-rousing… When breathless in the mart the co… Early and late, at evening and at… When the loud cannon and the merry…

The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest g… Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care

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…

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the… To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.

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…

O, low shone the sun on the fair l… And weak were the whispers that wa… All as a fair maiden, bewilder’d i… Sorely sigh’d to the breezes, and… ‘O, saints! from the mansions of b…