Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er, Sleep the sleep that knows not bre… Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle’s enchanted hall,

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

Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. ‘Tell me, thou bonny bird,

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

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.

November’s hail-cloud drifts away, November’s sunbeam wan Looks coldly on the castle grey, When forth comes Lady Anne. The orphan by the oak was set,

Whet the bright steel, Sons of the White Dragon! Kindle the torch, Daughter of Hengist! The steel glimmers not for the car…

Fair Brussels, thou art far behin… Though, lingering on the morning w… We yet may hear the hour Pealed over orchard and canal, With voice prolonged and measured…

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…

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…

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…

Like April morning clouds, that p… With varying shadow, o’er the gras… And imitate, on field and furrow, Life’s chequered scene of joy and… Like streamlet of the mountain No…

Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; All the jolly chase is here With hawk and horse and hunting-sp… Hounds are in their couples yellin…

The baron of Smaylho’me rose with… He spurr’d his courser on, Without stop or stay, down the roc… That leads to Brotherstone. He went not with the bold Buccleu…

On Hallow-Mass Eve, ere yon boun… Ever beware that your couch be ble… Sign it with cross, and sain it wi… Sing the Ave, and say the Creed. For on Hollow-Mass Eve the Nigh…