Fluttering spread thy purple pinions,
Gentle Cupid o'er my heart;
I, a slave in thy dominions;
Nature must give way to art.*

A Love Song in the Modern Taste.

trouvons toujours quelque chose, qui ne nous déplaît pas." Of all the poems of the Dean, these on his own death appear, according to Mr. Nichols, who revised an edition of Swift's works in nineteen volumes, to have suffered the greatest mutilations. The copy, however, from which the extract here given is made, is, Mr. Nichols says, " agreeable to Mr. Faulkner's copy, which was printed by Faulkner with the Dean's express permission."

* Written as a burlesque on the mawkish amatory poems so rife at the period. It has sometimes been attributed to Pope, and appears in some editions of his works as "A Song by a Person of Quality." The reader will find this "Love Song" in Pickering's Edition of Swift's Poetical Works, 3 vols. 12mo, 1833.

Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,

That loved, or was avenged, like me.
Stanza 27.

Canto II.

Where shall the lover rest,

Whom the fates sever,

From his true maiden's breast,

Parted for ever?

Where, through groves deep and high,

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die

Under the willow.

Canto III. Stanza 10.

Thus oft it haps, that when within,
They shrink at sense of secret sin,

A feather daunts the brave;

A fool's wild speech confounds the wise,
And proudest princes veil their eyes,

Before their meanest slave.

Such dusky grandeur clothed the height,
Where the huge castle holds its state,
And all the steep slope down,
Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky,
Piled deep and massy, close and high,
Mine own romantic town!

Where's the coward that would not dare

To fight for such a land!

Lightly from fair to fair he flew,
And loved to plead, lament, and sue ;-
Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain,
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Canto v.

For monarchs ill can rivals brook,
Even in a word, or smile, or look.

Ibid.

Stanza 9.

Still linger, in our northern clime,

Some remnants of the good old time. Introduction to Canto vi.

And darest thou then

To beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall?

Canto VI.

Stanza 14.

O, what a tangled web we weave
When first we practise to deceive!

Stanza 17.

Another sight had seen that morn,
From Fate's dark book a leaf been torn,
And Flodden had been Bannockburn!

Stanza 20.

At times one warning trumpet blown,

At times a stifled hum,

Told England, from his mountain throne,

King James did rushing come.

Stanza 25.

O, woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade

By the light quivering aspen made;

When pain and anguish wring the brow,

A ministering angel thou!

With dying hand, above his head,

He shook the fragment of his blade,
And shouted " Victory!—

Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!"

Were the last words of Marmion.

Stanza 32.

Still from the sire the son shall hear
Of the stern strife, and carnage drear,

Of Flodden's fatal field,

Where shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear,
And broken was her shield!