I. Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board! Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair! Through the loud hall, in joyous concert pour'd, Let mirth and music sound the dirge of Care!...
I. Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head Sudden and deep the thunder-peal has roll'd, How when its echoes fell, a silence dead Sunk on the wood, the meadow, and the wold?...
I. Stranger! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed, By lake and cataract, her lonely throne;...
I. On fair Loch-Ranza stream'd the early day, Thin wreaths of cottage-smoke are upward curl'd From the lone hamlet, which her inland bay And circling mountains sever from the world....
I. O who, that shared them, ever shall forget The emotions of the spirit-rousing time, When breathless in the mart the couriers met, Early and late, at evening and at prime;...
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see, And lovers' ears in hearing; And love in life's extremity Can lend an hour of cheering. Disease had been in Mary's bower, And slow decay from mourning,...
O, low shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro, And weak were the whispers that waved the dark wood, All as a fair maiden, bewilder'd in sorrow, Sorely sigh'd to the breezes, and wept to the flood....
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, Her arms, her feet, were bare;...
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen: And as I rode by Dalton Hall, Beneath the turrets high,...
The Lady sought the lofty hall, Where many a bold retainer lay, And with jocund din among them all, Her son pursued his infant play. A fancied moss-trooper, the boy...
The sun is rising dimly red, The wind is wailing low and dread; From his cliff the eagle sallies, Leaves the wolf his darksome valleys; In the mist the ravens hover, Peep the wild dogs from the cover,...
Stern eagle of the far north-west, Thou that bearest in thy grasp the thunderbolt, Thou whose rushing pinions stir ocean to madness, Thou the destroyer of herds, thou the scatterer of navies,...
Woman's faith, and woman's trust Write the characters in the dust; Stamp them on the running stream, Print them on the moon's pale beam, And each evanescent letter Shall be clearer, firmer, better,...