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Evangeline. Part i. 3.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Evangeline. Part ii. 5.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.[616-1]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Into a world unknown,--the corner-stone of a nation![616-2]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.[616-3]
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
The Herons of Elmwood.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.[616-4]
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On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland.
John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.
John Anderson.
[450]
My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.[450:1]
My Heart 's in the Highlands.
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonny wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
My Wife 's a Winsome Wee Thing.
The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Highland Mary.
But, oh! fell death's untimely frost
That nipt my flower sae early.
Highland Mary.
It 's guid to be merry and wise,[450:2]
It 's guid to be honest and true,
It 's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.
Here 's a Health to Them that 's Awa'.
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!
Now 's the day and now 's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour.
Bannockburn.
Liberty 's in every blow!
Let us do or die.[450:3]
Bannockburn.
In durance vile[450:4] here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Epistle from Esopus to Maria.
[451]
Oh, my luve 's like a red, red rose,
That 's newly sprung in June;
Oh, my luve 's like the melodie
That 's sweetly played in tune.
A Red, Red Rose.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Contented wi' Little.
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Tam o' Shanter.
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet
To think how monie counsels sweet,
How monie lengthened sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises.
Tam o' Shanter.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony;
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither,β
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
Tam o' Shanter.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious
Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
Tam o' Shanter.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Tam o' Shanter.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
Tam o' Shanter.
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.
Tam o' Shanter.
Nae man can tether time or tide.[451:1]
Tam o' Shanter.
That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
Tam o' Shanter.
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Tam o' Shanter.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
Tam o' Shanter.
[452]
But to see her was to love her,[452:1]
Love but her, and love forever.
Ae Fond Kiss.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Ae Fond Kiss.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!
Bonny Lesley.
Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care?
The Banks of Doon.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
Sweet Sensibility.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man 's the gowd for a' that.[452:2]
For a' that and a' that.
A prince can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man 's aboon his might,
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.[452:3]
For a' that and a' that.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing
Than aught in the world beside,βJessy!
Jessy.
Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
Grace before Meat.
It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand.
A' for our Rightfu' King.[452:4]
[453]
Now a' is done that men can do,
And a' is done in vain.
A' for our Rightfu' King.
He turn'd him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore,
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With, "Adieu for evermore, my dear,
And adieu for evermore."[453:1]
A' for our Rightfu' King.
[446:2]
Man was made when Nature was
But an apprentice, but woman when she
Was a skilful mistress of her art.
Cupid's Whirligig (1607).
[447:1] See Fletcher, page 183.
[448:1] See Pope, page 325.
[448:2] See Young, page 309.
[448:3] See Burton, page 193.
[448:4] See Shakespeare, page 129.
[449:1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.
[449:2] See Bickerstaff, page 427.
[450:1] These lines from an old song, entitled "The Strong Walls of Derry," Burns made a basis for his own beautiful ditty.
[450:2] See Heywood, page 9.
[450:3] See Fletcher, page 183.
[450:4] Durance vile.βW. Kenrick (1766): Falstaff's Wedding, act i. sc. 2. Burke: The Present Discontents.
[451:1] See Heywood, page 10.
[452:1] To know her was to love her.βRogers: Jacqueline, stanza 1.
[452:2] I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better.βWycherley: The Plaindealer, act. i. sc. 1.
[452:3] See Southerne, page 282.
[452:4] This ballad first appeared in Johnson's "Museum," 1796. Sir Walter Scott was never tired of hearing it sung.
[453:1] Under the impression that this stanza is ancient, Scott has made very free use of it, first in "Rokeby" (1813), and then in the "Monastery" (1816). In "Rokeby" he thus introduces the verse:β
He turn'd his charger as he spake,
Upon the river shore,
He gave his bridle reins a shake,
Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love,
And adieu for evermore."
WILLIAM PITT.ββ1759-1806.ββNecessity is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.[453:2]
Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783.
Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all
That shared its shelter perish in its fall.
The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. No. xxxvi.
[453:2] See Milton, page 232.
ANDREW CHERRY.ββ1762-1812.Loud roared the dreadful thunder,
The rain a deluge showers.
The Bay of Biscay.
As she lay, on that day,
In the bay of Biscay, O!
The Bay of Biscay.
[454]
GEORGE COLMAN, THE YOUNGER.ββ1762-1836.On their own merits modest men are dumb.
Epilogue to the Heir at Law.
And what 's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.
The Maid of the Moor.
Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
As great lords' stories often are.
The Maid of the Moor.
Like two single gentlemen rolled into one.
Lodgings for Single Gentlemen.
But when ill indeed,
E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
Lodgings for Single Gentlemen.
When taken,
To be well shaken.
The Newcastle Apothecary.
ββThank you, good sir, I owe you one.
The Poor Gentleman. Act i. Sc. 2.
O Miss Bailey!
Unfortunate Miss Bailey!
Love laughs at Locksmiths. Act ii. Song.
'T is a very fine thing to be father-in-law
To a very magnificent three-tailed Bashaw!
Blue Beard. Act ii. Sc. 5.
ββI had a soul above buttons.
Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old Market. Sc. 1.
Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk,
Sipped brandy and water gayly.
Mynheer Vandunck.
JAMES HURDIS.ββ1763-1801.Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.[454:1]
The Village Curate.
[454:1] To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.βBreton: Court and Country (1618; reprint, p. 183).
[455]
SAMUEL ROGERS.ββ1763-1855.Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i.
She was good as she was fair,
Noneβnone on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.[455:1]
Jacqueline. Stanza 1.
The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.[455:2]
Jacqueline. Stanza 3.
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
Human Life.
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
Human Life.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;
And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
Human Life.
Then never less alone than when alone.[455:3]
Human Life.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,βnot dead, but gone before,[455:4]β
He gathers round him.
Human Life.
Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook that turns a mill,
With many a fall, shall linger near.
A Wish.
[456]
That very law which moulds a tear
And bids it trickle from its source,β
That law preserves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their course.
On a Tear.
Go! you may call it madness, folly;
You shall not chase my gloom away!
There 's such a charm in melancholy
I would not if I could be gay.
To ββ.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.[456:1]
Pæstum.
Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it:
He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Epigram.
[455:1] See Burns, page 452.
None knew thee but to love thee.βHalleck: On the Death of Drake.
[455:2] See Bacon, page 165.
[455:3] See Gibbon, page 430.
Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum, quam quum solus esset (He is never less at leisure than when at leisure, nor less alone than when he is alone).βCicero: De
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