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;

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…

When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father’s God before her moved… An awful Guide, in smoke and flam… By day, along the astonished lands

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

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.

weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to brai… And press the rue for wine. A lightsome eye, a soldier’s mien,

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…

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…

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…

Farewell! Farewell! the voice you… Has left its last soft tone with y… Its next must join the seaward che… And shout among the shouting crew. The accents which I scarce could…

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…

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd… In war, he mounts the warrior’€™s… In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, th…

All joy was bereft me the day that… And climb’d the tall vessel to sai… O weary betide it! I wander’d bes… And bann’d it for parting my Will… Far o’er the wave hast thou follow…

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,

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