O, low shone the sun on the fair l… And weak were the whispers that wa… All as a fair maiden, bewilder’d i… Sorely sigh’d to the breezes, and… ‘O, saints! from the mansions of b…

I climbed the dark brow of the mig… Lakes and mountains beneath me gle… All was still, save by fits, when… And starting around me the echoes… On the right, Striding-edge round…

Bring the bowl which you boast, Fill it up to the brim; ’Tis to him we love most, And to all who love him. Brave gallants, stand up,

It was Dunois, the young and brav… But first he made his orisons befo… ‘And grant, immortal Queen of Hea… ‘That I may prove the bravest kni… His oath of honour on the shrine h…

There is mist on the mountain, and… But more dark is the sleep of the… A stranger commanded '€”- it sunk… It has frozen each heart, and benu… The dirk and the target lie sordid…

O will ye hear a mirthful bourd? Or will ye hear of courtesie? Or will ye hear how a gallant lord Was wedded to a gay ladye? ‘Ca’ out the kye,' quo’ the villag…

The toils are pitched, and the sta… Ever sing merrily, merrily; The bows they bend, and the knives… Hunters live so cheerily. It was a stag, a stag of ten,

On fair Loch-Ranza stream’d the e… Thin wreaths of cottage-smoke are… From the lone hamlet, which her in… And circling mountains sever from… And there the fisherman his sail u…

‘O, open the door, some pity to sh… Keen blows the northern wind! The glen is white with the drifted… And the path is hard to find. ’No outlaw seeks your castle gate,

BREATHES there the man with so… Who never to himself hath said,    'This is my own, my native land… Whose heart hath ne’er within him… As home his footsteps he hath turn…

Night and morning were at meeting Over Waterloo; Cocks had sung their earliest gree… Faint and low they crew, For no paly beam yet shone

Young men will love thee more fair… Heard ye so merry the little bird… Old men’s love the longest will la… And the throstle-cock’s head is un… The young man’s wrath is like ligh…

If thou would’st view fair Melros… Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins grey… When the broken arches are black i…

Farewell to Northmaven, Grey Hillswicke, farewell! The storms on thy haven, The storms on thy fell - To each breeze that can vary

The rose is fairest when ‘t is bud… And hope is brightest when it dawn… The rose is sweetest washed with m… And love is loveliest when embalme… O wilding rose, whom fancy thus en…