Stern eagle of the far north-west, Thou that bearest in thy grasp the… Thou whose rushing pinions stir oc… Thou the destroyer of herds, thou… Amidst the scream of thy rage,

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…

Soldier, wake - the day is peeping… Honour ne’er was won in sleeping, Never when the sunbeams still Lay unreflected on the hill: ’Tis when they are glinted back

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,

Hear what Highland Nora said, - ‘The Earlie’s son I will not wed, Should all the race of nature die, And none be left but he and I. For all the gold, for all the gear…

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,

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…

Merrily swim we, the moon shines b… Both current and ripple are dancin… We have roused the night raven, I… As we plashed along beneath the oa… That flings its broad branches so…

In Imitation of An Old English… My wayward fate I needs must plai… Though bootless be the theme; I loved, and was beloved again, Yet all was but a dream:

Knight And Wamba There came three merry men from so… Ever more sing the roundelay; To win the Widow of Wycombe forth… And where was the widow might say…

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…

I’ll give thee, good fellow, a twe… To search Europe through, from By… But ne’er shall you find, should y… So happy a man as the Barefooted… Your knight for his lady pricks fo…

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;

Glowing with love, on fire for fam… A Troubadour that hated sorrow Beneath his lady’s window came, And thus he sung his last good-mor… ‘My arm it is my country’s right,

Frederick leaves the land of Fran… Homeward hastes his steps to measu… Careless casts the parting glance On the scene of former pleasure. Joying in his prancing steed,