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

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, will you hear a knightly tale o… It was the noble Moringer in wedl… He halsed and kiss’d his dearest d… And said, ‘Now, lady of my heart,… II.

The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest g… Yet Leonard tarries long. Now all whom varied toil and care

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

The livelong day Lord Marmion rod… The mountain path the Palmer show… By glen and streamlet winded still… Where stunted birches hid the rill… They might not choose the lowland…

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…

To the Lords of Convention ’twas… ‘Ere the King’s crown shall fall… So let each Cavalier who loves ho… Come follow the bonnet of Bonny D… Come fill up my cup, come fill up…

Harp of the North, farewell! The… On purple peaks a deeper shade des… In twilight copse the glow-worm li… The deer, half-seen, are to the co… Resume thy wizard elm! the fountai…

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan-Conuil. Come away, come away,

The moon’s on the lake, and the mi… And the Clan has a name that is n… Then gather, gather, gather Griga… Gather, gather, gather Grigalach! Our signal for fight, that from mo…

Autumn departs - but still his man… Rests on the groves of noble Some… Beneath a shroud of russet dropp’d… Tweed and his tributaries mingle s… Hoarser the wind, and deeper sound…

CANTO I.XIX. The Lady sought the lofty hall, Where many a bold retainer lay, And with jocund din among them all… Her son pursued his infant play.

When dark December glooms the day… And takes our autumn joys away; When short and scant the sunbeam t… Upon the weary waste of snows, A cold and profitless regard,

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…