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What plains turned up by inundations wild, -
What pyramids unpiled,
And shattered rocks, and horrid wrecks sublime.
Look out,—while I note down each thing that Time
(Tyrannous Time) hath left, in deep amazem
Count on, count on,- do I not bid thee gaze ?
“I gaze,—but see no marks of Time, save one,-
The little dial, pointing in the sun!”

THE DULL SCHOLAR.

FROM THE SPANISH.

One eve, when by Juana sitting,

She gave my arm a gentle pinch;
I deemed the pressure all unwitting-

So took no heed, and scorned to flinch.

II.

Anon, the jade her joke repeated,

(She must have thought my heart a flint); Though look and gesture both entreated,

I still refused to take the hint!

III.

A third and harder squeeze she gave me:

“Pr’ythee, Juana, why so rough ?”. (Said I) “could charms like thine enslave me,

One pinch had, sure, been quite enough!”

WHERE IS MISS MYRTLE ?

AIR-Sweet Kitty Clover.

I.

Where is Miss Myrtle ? can any one tell ?

Where is she gone, where is she gone ? She flirts with another, I know very well ;

And I-am left all alone! She flies to the window when Arundel rings; She's all over smiles when Lord Archibald sings ; It's plain that her Cupid has two pair of wings;

Where is she gone, where is she gone ? Her love and my love are different things;

And I-am left all alone!

II.

I brought her, one morning, a rose for her brow;

Where is she gone, where is she gone ? She told me such horrors were never worn now :

And I-am left all alone!

But I saw her at night with a rose in her hair,
And I guess who it came from,—of course I don't care
We all know that girls are as false as they ’re fair ;

Where is she gone, where is she gone ?
I'm sure the lieutenant's a horrible bear :

And I-am left all alone!

III.
Whenever we go on the Downs for a ride,

Where is she gone, where is she gone?
She looks for another to trot by her side :

And I-am left all alone !
And whenever I take her down stairs from a ball,
She nods to some puppy to put on her shawl:
I'm a peaceable man, and I don't like a brawl ;-

Where is she gone, where is she gone?
But I would give a trifle to horsewhip them all ;

And I-am left all alone!

IV.
She tells me her mother belongs to the sect,

Where is she gone, where is she gone ?
Which holds that all waltzing is quite incorrect :

And I-am left all alone !
But a fire 's in my heart and a fire 's in my brain,
When she waltzes away with Sir Phelim O'Shane ;
I don't think I ever can ask her again :

Where is she gone, where is she gone?
And, lord ! since the summer she 's grown very plain ;

And I-am left all alone!

She said that she liked me a twelvemonth ago;

Where is she gone, where is she gone ?
And how should I guess that she'd torture me so?

And I-am left all alone!
Some day she'll find out it was not very wise
To laugh at the breath of a true lover's sighs ;
After all, Fanny Myrtle is not such a prize :

Where is she gone, where is she gone ?
Louisa Dalrymple has exquisite eyes :

And I'll be—no longer alone !

CARTLANE CRAGS.
Whose is the lightning speed, the stately form,
That like a meteor rushes up the steep,
While dim the moon, and dark the midnight hour,
And ambushed in the cavern, marks how deep
Beneath his feet the bloodhounds of the war,
And curses of defeated vengeance sweep?
'T is he! the Wallace! the bright Morning-Star
Of Liberty, the self-devoted Friend
Of Scotland and of Bruce : no trophied car
Awaits thee, no triumphal shouts attend,
Brave chieftain ! thine the pilgrimage of pain,
The life of peril, and the’ untimely end.
But go in peace : thou hast not struck in vain :
Die happy: sundered is thy country's chain.

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