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If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.

Canto 11.

Stanza 1.

O fading honours of the dead !
O high ambition, lowly laid !

Stanza 10.

I cannot tell how the truth may be ;
the tale as 't was said to me.

Stanza 22.

In 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,


grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Stanza 2

Canto ill.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.

Stanza 24.

Sweet Teviot ! on thy silver tide,

The glaring bale-fires blaze no more :
No longer steel-clad warriors ride
Along thy wild and willow'd shore.

Canto iv.

Stanza 1.

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
To man alone beneath the heaven.
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.

Canto v.

Stanza 13

His Bilboa blade, by marchmen felt,
Hung in a broad and studded belt ;
Hence, in rude phrase, the Borderers still
Call’d noble Howard, Belted Will. Stanza 16.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land !
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,
From wandering on a foreign strand !

Stanza 1.

Canto vi.

Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

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O Caledonia ! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child !
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires ! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand !

Stanza 2.


In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.

Canto 1.

Stanza 17.

Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Dream of fighting fields no more :

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.

Canto 1.

Stanza 31.

Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them than heaven;
And if there be a human tear
From passion's dross refined and clear,
A tear so limpid and so meek,
It would not stain an angel's cheek,
'Tis that which pious fathers shed
Upon a duteous daughter's head !

Stanza 22.

Canto II.

Like the dew on the mountain,

Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone and for ever !

Stanza 16.

Canto ill.

Love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

Canto if.

Stanza I.

These are Clan-Alpine's warriors true,
And, Saxon, I am Roderick Dhu !

Canto v.

Stanza 9.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain !

Vain as the leaf


the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream ;
Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
Thou many-headed monster-thing,
O who would wish to be thy king !

Canto 1. Stanza 30.

O! many a shaft, at random sent,
Finds mark the archer little meant ;
And many a word, at random spoken,
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 !
The Bridal of Triermain. Canto 1. Stanza 2 I

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