Dinas Emlinn, lament; for the mom… When mute in the woodlands thine e… No more by sweet Teivi Cadwallon… And mix his wild notes with the wi… II.

TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears… And in her glory reappears. But oh, my Country’s wintry state

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and… As in that well-remember’d night When first thy mystic braid was wo… And first my Agnes whisper’d love… Since then how often hast thou pre…

So goodbye, Mrs. Brown, I am going out of town, Over dale, over down, Where bugs bite not, Where lodgers fight not,

’Twas when among our linden-trees The bees had housed in swarms, (And grey-hair’d peasants say that… Betoken foreign arms), Then look’d we down to Willisow,

The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick’s vale, is sinking swe… The westland wind is hush and stil… The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye

Introduction. The way was long, the wind was col… The Minstrel was infirm and old; His wither’d cheek, and tresses gr… Seem’d to have known a better day;

Fill the bright goblet, spread the… Summon the gay, the noble, and the… Through the loud hall, in joyous c… Let mirth and music sound the dirg… But ask thou not if Happiness be…

The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazel mi… May boast itself the fairest flowe… In glen, or copse, or forest dingl… Though fair her gems of azure hue,

OH, lovers’ eyes are sharp to see… And lovers’ ears in hearing; And love, in life’s extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering! Disease had been in Mary’s bower

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bow… The breeze is on the sea. The lark his lay who thrill’d all…

Knight And Wamba There came three merry men from so… Ever more sing the roundelay; To win the Widow of Wycombe forth… And where was the widow might say…

Dust unto dust, To this all must; The tenant hath resign’d The faded form To waste and worm– Corruption claims her kind.

The train has left the hills of B… The barrier guard have open made (So Lindesay bade) the palisade, That closed the tented ground; Their men the warders backward dre…

CORONACH He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest.