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A little spirit slumbers here, ......
- Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
Page. 201 140 234 223 163 103
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29 175 39 115 107 195 136 248 210
98 180 173 77
240 151 174
Page. Has sorrow thy young days shaded ?
87 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star,
227 He lives, who lives to God alone,
94 He who hath bent him o'er the dead,
129 His soul was overcharged with grief,
168 His sword and plume are on his pall,
138 How sweet upon my slumbers break,
102 I cannot weep! I dare not pray ! .............................. 189 I cannot weep, yet I can feel, .................
250 I hear thee, O thou rustling stream ! thou’rt from my native dell,
165 I must tune up my harp's broken string,
159 I saw her in the morn of life-the summer of her years, 146 I saw thy form in youthful prime,
145 I sigh, and lament me in vain,
214 I stood within a dungeon's wall,
206 If I had thought thou could'st have died,
169 If sorrow's holiest tears could bring,
176 If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, In all my wanderings round this world of care, ..............
156 In parting, perhaps we are breaking a link, Is thy face like thy Mother's ? my fair child !
198 It is an easy task, for hearts at rest,
181 It is not the tear at this moment shed,
142 Joy is a fruit that will not grow,
230 Last of a high and noble name, .......
212 Lochiel! Lochiel ! beware of the day, Me let the tender office long engage,
ill My native land, -land of my heart !
43 Nay, tell me not of lordly halls,
224 Nay, William, nay, not so; the changeful year, -ovor......
118 Not a leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirred, 237 Not yet, frail flower ! thy charms unclose, corto............ 123 Now is the time completed,
232 O child of sorrow, be it thine to know,
48 O! land of the Godly, how lone and deserted !
143 On Linden, when the sun was low, ....
Page O thou vast ocean! ever-sounding sea! Oft have I seen yon solitary man,
244 Oh! banquet not in these shining bowers,
102 Oh! brighter than the brightest star,
222 Oh, for the swords of former time,
24 Oh, Lady! breathe no sigh for those,
252 Oh, man! before the feverish brain,
46 Ob! Mariamne! now for thee,
122 Ob my love has an eye of the softest blue,
194 Oh say not that my heart is cold,
193 Our fathers,—where are they? and where,
143 Pale evening star ! pale evening star!
202 Shall Britain, where the soul of freedom reigns, ...... ......
153 Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave, ... co.
1 Silent and sad the Minstrel sat,
134 Star of the brave! whose beam hath shed,
69 Stranger, if peace delights your cultured mind,
199 Stricken of Thee, O Lord! I mourn,
203 Sweet flowers ! that, from your humble beds, ..............
63 Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloom, The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
178 The bell had tolled the midnight hour,
135 The boatswain's shrill whistle piped all hands ahoy,
197 The firefly's lamp is on the air,
216 The glory of evening was spread through the west,
53 The good man dies-it grieves usy
5 The heavens are cloudless, the winds are asleep,
15 The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! ... ... ... mondt.
89 The last sight which she saw was Juan’s gore, .......... The minstrel boy to the war is gone, voirco.......... voces.•••
170 The mist is on the mountain,
...... 208 The rose had been washed (just washed in a shower,) 164 The sailor sighs as sinks his native shore,
4 The summer winds sing lullaby, 1.vic... im. M. co...... 157 Then whilst on the waters I mutely gaze,
88 There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, ............ 116
Page. There is a mystic thread of life,
17 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a state serenely blest,
154 There is a world we have not seen, ......
28 There is an hour of peaceful rest,
105 There was a sound of revelry by night,
147 They wept—those aged patriots wept,
183 They who have marked the blooming rose,
171 This world is all a fleeting show,
106 Those few pale autumn flowers,
85 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray,
22 Through sorrow's night and danger's path,
113 Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle, 13 'Tis not the loss of love's assurance,
23 To honour those who gave us birth,
49 To mark the sufferings of the babe,
184 'Twas a dread vision,
191 'Twas whispered in heaven, and muttered in hell,
27 Unfading hope! when life's last embers burn,
50 We do not curse thee, Waterloo,
32 We met-we gazed I saw and sighed,
57 We'll find relief in sense of deep enduring,
218 When death shall chill this aged heart,
182 When gathering clouds around I view,
66 When I am dead, no pageant train,
73 When I view thy proud trophies of glory long past,
117 When some proud son of man returns to earth,
68 When the awakened soul receives,
9 Who is the honest man ?
37 Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish, brings,
72 Why dost thou weep, O gentle Ladye?
56 With what unknown delight the mother smiled,
186 Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm,
128 • Ye warriors of Israel, encompass the wall,
111 Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door,
131 • You are old, father William,' the young man cried,
IN MEMORY OF MR GRATTAN.
Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave
To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes ? Shall a minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave,
Where the first where the last of her patriots lies ?
No-faint though the death-song may fall from his lips, Though his harp, like his soul, may with shadows be
crost, Yet, yet shall it sound, 'mid a nation's eclipse,
And proclaim to the world what a star hath been lost.