Breathes there the man, with soul… 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…

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…

The herring loves the merry moon-l… The mackerel loves the wind, But the oyster loves the dredging… For they come of a gentle kind. Now haud your tongue, baith wife a…

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…

Once again,- but how chang’d since… I have heard the deep voice of the… And the pines of Clanbrasil resou… That wearies the echoes of fair T… Alas! My poor bosom, and why shou…

‘O hone a rie’! O hone a rie!’ The pride of Albin’s line is o’er… And fall’n Glenartney’s statelies… We ne’er shall see Lord Ronald mo… O, sprung from great Macgillianor…

Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no mo… No longer steel-clad warrior ride Along thy wild and willow’d shore Where’er thou wind’st, by dale or…

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…

Call it not vain;-they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper… And celebrates his obsequies: Who say, tall cliff and cavern lon…

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,

The breeze, which swept away the s… Round Norham Castle rolled, When all the loud artillery spoke, With lightning-flash, and thunder-… As Marmion left the hold.

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…

The scenes are desert now, and bar… Where flourished once a forest fai… When these waste glens with copse… And peopled with the hart and hind… Yon thorn-perchance whose prickly…

The Forest of Glenmore is drear, It is all of black pine, and the d… And the midnight wind to the mount… Is whistling the forest lullaby: The moon looks through the driftin…

MacLeod’s wizard flag from the gr… The rowers are seated, unmoor’d ar… Gleam war-axe and broadsword, clan… As Mackrimmon sings, ‘Farewell to… Farewell to each cliff, on which b…