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

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…

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…

O will ye hear a mirthful bourd? Or will ye hear of courtesie? Or will ye hear how a gallant lord Was wedded to a gay ladye? ‘Ca’ out the kye,' quo’ the villag…

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…

Wasted, weary, wherefore stay, Wrestling thus with earth and clay… From the body pass away;- Hark! the mass is singing. From thee doff thy mortal weed,

The sultry summer day is done, The western hills have hid the sun… But mountain peak and village spir… Retain reflection of his fire. Old Barnard’s towers are purple s…

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,

Yes, thou mayst sigh, And look once more at all around, At stream and bank, and sky and gr… Thy life its final course has foun… And thou must die.

The Pope he was saying the high,… All on Saint Peter’s day, With the power, to him given, by t… To wash men’s sins away. The Pope he was saying the blesse…

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:

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

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…

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…