OF

VOLUME SECOND.

A little spirit slumbers here, ......
A moment pause--ye British fair,
Alas! I am an orphan boy, ..
Alas! they had been friends in youth,
And is it in the flight of threescore years ?
At summer eve, when heaven's aërial bow,
Away! thou dying saint, away!
Aye-down to the dust with them, slaves as they are,

- Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
Be patient yet, my soul, thou hast not long,
Behold the slowly-opening bud—the infant on the knee,
Bells toll for peasants, and we heed them not,
Blest opening of another year,
Calm and warm is the summer sky, ...
Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Calm was the eve, and cooling was the gale,
Can I forget our childish days ?
Cease here longer to detain me,
Child, amidst the flowers that play,
Cold, cold lies the sod on a heart once so warm,
Darwent! what scenes thy wandering waves behold,
Day faded from the hill and wood,
Earth does not bear another wretch,
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
Farewell ! but whenever you welcome the hour,
Farewell ! for I have schooled my heart, ....
Fond, fluttering insect, cease to urge thy fate,
Friendship! I thought thee once a pleasing thing,
God of my life, and author of my days,
Gone from her cheek is the summer bloom,
Hail to this teeming stage of strife, ...
Hark, how the church-bell's thundering harmony,
Hark, what I tell to thee,

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Page. Has sorrow thy young days shaded ?

87 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star,

227 He lives, who lives to God alone,

94 He who hath bent him o'er the dead,

129 His soul was overcharged with grief,

168 His sword and plume are on his pall,

138 How sweet upon my slumbers break,

102 I cannot weep! I dare not pray ! .............................. 189 I cannot weep, yet I can feel, .................

250 I hear thee, O thou rustling stream ! thou’rt from my native dell,

165 I must tune up my harp's broken string,

159 I saw her in the morn of life-the summer of her years, 146 I saw thy form in youthful prime,

145 I sigh, and lament me in vain,

214 I stood within a dungeon's wall,

206 If I had thought thou could'st have died,

169 If sorrow's holiest tears could bring,

176 If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, In all my wanderings round this world of care, ..............

156 In parting, perhaps we are breaking a link, Is thy face like thy Mother's ? my fair child !

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Page O thou vast ocean! ever-sounding sea! Oft have I seen yon solitary man,

244 Oh! banquet not in these shining bowers,

102 Oh! brighter than the brightest star,

222 Oh, for the swords of former time,

24 Oh, Lady! breathe no sigh for those,

252 Oh, man! before the feverish brain,

46 Ob! Mariamne! now for thee,

122 Ob my love has an eye of the softest blue,

194 Oh say not that my heart is cold,

193 Our fathers,—where are they? and where,

143 Pale evening star ! pale evening star!

202 Shall Britain, where the soul of freedom reigns, ...... ......

153 Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave, ... co.

1 Silent and sad the Minstrel sat,

134 Star of the brave! whose beam hath shed,

69 Stranger, if peace delights your cultured mind,

199 Stricken of Thee, O Lord! I mourn,

203 Sweet flowers ! that, from your humble beds, ..............

63 Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloom, The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,

178 The bell had tolled the midnight hour,

135 The boatswain's shrill whistle piped all hands ahoy,

197 The firefly's lamp is on the air,

216 The glory of evening was spread through the west,

53 The good man dies-it grieves usy

5 The heavens are cloudless, the winds are asleep,

15 The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! ... ... ... mondt.

89 The last sight which she saw was Juan’s gore, .......... The minstrel boy to the war is gone, voirco.......... voces.•••

170 The mist is on the mountain,

...... 208 The rose had been washed (just washed in a shower,) 164 The sailor sighs as sinks his native shore,

4 The summer winds sing lullaby, 1.vic... im. M. co...... 157 Then whilst on the waters I mutely gaze,

88 There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, ............ 116

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Page. There is a mystic thread of life,

17 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a state serenely blest,

154 There is a world we have not seen, ......

28 There is an hour of peaceful rest,

105 There was a sound of revelry by night,

147 They wept—those aged patriots wept,

183 They who have marked the blooming rose,

171 This world is all a fleeting show,

106 Those few pale autumn flowers,

85 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray,

22 Through sorrow's night and danger's path,

113 Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle, 13 'Tis not the loss of love's assurance,

23 To honour those who gave us birth,

49 To mark the sufferings of the babe,

184 'Twas a dread vision,

191 'Twas whispered in heaven, and muttered in hell,

27 Unfading hope! when life's last embers burn,

50 We do not curse thee, Waterloo,

32 We met-we gazed I saw and sighed,

57 We'll find relief in sense of deep enduring,

218 When death shall chill this aged heart,

182 When gathering clouds around I view,

66 When I am dead, no pageant train,

73 When I view thy proud trophies of glory long past,

117 When some proud son of man returns to earth,

68 When the awakened soul receives,

9 Who is the honest man ?

37 Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish, brings,

72 Why dost thou weep, O gentle Ladye?

56 With what unknown delight the mother smiled,

186 Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm,

128 • Ye warriors of Israel, encompass the wall,

111 Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door,

131 • You are old, father William,' the young man cried,

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THE

POETICAL MELANGE.

IN MEMORY OF MR GRATTAN.

Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave

To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes ? Shall a minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave,

Where the first where the last of her patriots lies ?

No-faint though the death-song may fall from his lips, Though his harp, like his soul, may with shadows be

crost, Yet, yet shall it sound, 'mid a nation's eclipse,

And proclaim to the world what a star hath been lost.