To the Lords of Convention ’twas… ‘Ere the King’s crown shall fall… So let each Cavalier who loves ho… Come follow the bonnet of Bonny D… Come fill up my cup, come fill up…

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

‘Why sit’st thou by that ruin’d ha… Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?'- ‘Know’st thou not me?' the Deep V…

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…

Part First Ancient True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank; A ferlie he spied wi’ his ee; And there he saw a lady bright,

Introduction. Come Lucy! while ’tis morning hou… The woodland brook we needs must p… So, ere the sun assume his power, We shelter in our poplar bower,

hush thee, my babie, thy sire was… Thy mother a lady, both lovely and… The woods and the glens, from the… They all are belonging, dear babie… O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,

Late, when the autumn evening fell On Mirkwood-Mere’s romantic dell, The lake returned, in chastened gl… The purple cloud, the golden beam: Reflected in the crystal pool,

Red glows the forge in Striguil’s… And hammers din, and anvil sounds, And armourers, with iron toil, Barb many a steed for battle’s bro… Foul fall the hand which bends the…

Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; All the jolly chase is here With hawk and horse and hunting-sp… Hounds are in their couples yellin…

There is mist on the mountain, and… But more dark is the sleep of the… A stranger commanded '€”- it sunk… It has frozen each heart, and benu… The dirk and the target lie sordid…

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…

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…

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,

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…