If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight. In Stanza 22. peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love. Canto III. Stanza 2 Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star. Stanza 24. Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide, Along thy wild and willow'd shore. Canto IV. Stanza I. Ne'er Was flattery lost on Poet's ear: A simple race! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile. Conclusion of Canto iv. True love's the gift which God has given It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly: It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind. His Bilboa blade, by marchmen felt, Stanza 16. Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, Despite those titles, power, and pelf, Canto VI. O Caledonia! stern and wild, Stanza I. Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand That knits me to thy rugged strand! Stanza 2. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand. Canto I. Stanza 17. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Canto I. Stanza 31. Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven; From passion's dross refined and clear, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed These are Clan-Alpine's warriors true, And, Saxon, I am Roderick Dhu ! Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, O! many a shaft, at random sent, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken! The Lord of the Isles. Canto v. Stanza 18. Where lives the man that has not tried, How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin! |