Introduction. Come Lucy! while ’tis morning hou… The woodland brook we needs must p… So, ere the sun assume his power, We shelter in our poplar bower,

On fair Loch-Ranza stream’d the e… Thin wreaths of cottage-smoke are… From the lone hamlet, which her in… And circling mountains sever from… And there the fisherman his sail u…

Night and morning were at meeting Over Waterloo; Cocks had sung their earliest gree… Faint and low they crew, For no paly beam yet shone

To an Oak Tree, In the Churchyar… Emblem of England’s ancient faith… Full proudly may thy branches wave… Where loyalty lies low in death, And valour fills a timeless grave.

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.

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.

Take these flowers which, purple w… On the ruin’d rampart grew, Where, the sons of freedom braving… Rome’s imperial standards flew. Warriors from the breach of danger

And what though winter will pinch… Through locks of grey and a cloak… Yet keep up thy heart, bold cavali… For a cup of sack shall fence the… For time will rust the brightest b…

SONG Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er, Sleep the sleep that knows not bre… Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking.

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…

Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. ‘Tell me, thou bonny bird,

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 peace, Love tunes the shepherd… In war, he mounts the warrior’€™s… In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, th…

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:

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…