I climbed the dark brow of the mig… Lakes and mountains beneath me gle… All was still, save by fits, when… And starting around me the echoes… On the right, Striding-edge round…

Introduction. The way was long, the wind was col… The Minstrel was infirm and old; His wither’d cheek, and tresses gr… Seem’d to have known a better day;

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…

The baron of Smaylho’me rose with… He spurr’d his courser on, Without stop or stay, down the roc… That leads to Brotherstone. He went not with the bold Buccleu…

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…

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

O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. ‘Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant…

hush thee, my babie, thy sire was… Thy mother a lady, both lovely and… The woods and the glens, from the… They all are belonging, dear babie… O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,

Harp of the North, farewell! The… On purple peaks a deeper shade des… In twilight copse the glow-worm li… The deer, half-seen, are to the co… Resume thy wizard elm! the fountai…

Soldier, wake - the day is peeping… Honour ne’er was won in sleeping, Never when the sunbeams still Lay unreflected on the hill: ’Tis when they are glinted back

Dust unto dust, To this all must; The tenant hath resign’d The faded form To waste and worm– Corruption claims her kind.

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…

O, Brignall banks are wild and fa… And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen: And as I rode by Dalton Hall,

It was Dunois, the young and brav… But first he made his orisons befo… ‘And grant, immortal Queen of Hea… ‘That I may prove the bravest kni… His oath of honour on the shrine h…

‘O, open the door, some pity to sh… Keen blows the northern wind! The glen is white with the drifted… And the path is hard to find. ’No outlaw seeks your castle gate,