II Ah, dream, too bright to last ! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the Future cries, • On ! on !'-- but o'er the Past (Dim gulf !) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast ! III 6 For, alas ! alas ! with me The light of Life is o'er ! 'No more--no more- no more'- To the sands upon the shore) IV And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams And where thy footstep gleams ; PoE. Hymn to Diana Now the sun is laid to sleep, Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose ; Bless us then with wished sight, Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal shining quiver ; Thou that mak’st a day of night, JONSON. The sun has left the lea, The breeze is on the sea. Sits hush'd his partner nigh; But where is County Guy ? Her shepherd's suit to hear ; Sings high-born Cavalier. Now reigns o’er earth and sky ; SIR W. SCOTT. Gathering Song of Donald Dhu PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Summon Clan Conuil. Hark to the summons ! Gentles and commons. From mountain so rocky, Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Strong hand that bears one. The flock without shelter ; The bride at the altar ; Leave nets and barges : Broadswords and targes. Forests are rended ; Navies are stranded : Faster and faster, Tenant and master. See how they gather ! Blended with heather. Forward each man set ! SIR W. Scott. The Destruction of Sennacherib THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, BYRON. The Cavalier WHILE the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, My true love has mounted his steed, and away Over hill, over valley, o'er dale, and o'er down,Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the Crown! He has doff’d the silk doublet the breastplate to bear, He has placed the steel cap o'er his long-flowing hair, From his belt to his stirrup his broadsword hangs down,Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the Crown! For the rights of fair England that broadsword he draws; Her King is his leader, her Church is his cause; His watchword is honour, his pay is renown,God strike with the Gallant that strikes for the Crown! They may boast of their Fairfax, their Waller, and all The roundheaded rebels of Westminster Hall; But tell these bold traitors of London's proud town, · That the spears of the North have encircled the Crown. There's Derby and Cavendish, dread of their foes ; There's Erin's high Ormond, and Scotland's Montrose ! Would you match the base Skippon, and Massey, and Brown With the Barons of England, that fight for the Crown? Now joy to the crest of the brave Cavalier ! Be his banner unconquer'd, resistless his spear, Till in peace and in triumph his toils he may drown, In a pledge to fair England, her Church, and her Crown, SIR W. SCOTT. On First Looking into Chapman's Homer Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, J. KEATS. Song FOR MUSIC A LAKE and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear,- From the dragons that watch us here ! And strings of orient pearls, Should twine with thy raven curls. |