Too young to labor, mother strove To gain a livelihood for me, And while from place to place we'd move, Through this dark forest; hope has fled! Yes! hope has fled, for she, whose love Albert de Courcy was his name, Stranger the orphan's prayers are thine, Farewell, my mother! from above And throbbing heart, with flowers he 'll strew; And think, like to thy soul on high, Life's faded plant will bloom anew! A FRAGMENT, FROM A SATIRICAL ODE.* Si natura negat, facit indignatio versum.― Juv. SHAME! shame! are these the men who 're called to stand The first and foremost in a happy land? To grasp the greatness of a government ! And learn, it is her Harvard makes her great; Her Cambridge and her Oxford ! there they stand, Arches on arches piled, that point to heaven, * Written at fifteen or sixteen. The following note is appended to the poem in the original manuscript. "King's College, Cambridge, the pride and glory of the University, was founded by Henry the Sixth, and richly endowed by Henry the Sev The brightest, fairest gems that sparkle now, Back for the blessings under which they live, Kind Genius of my country, come! Oh come ! That Learning's foe can ne'er be Freedom's friend, Shall wreath green chaplets round each honored name, Theirs may the brightest and most honored be, enth. Queen's College was founded by Margaret of Anjou, the wife of Henry the Sixth. Christ's College, and also St. John's, were founded by Margaret, Countess of Richmond and Derby, the mother of Henry the Seventh. Trinity College, possessing 'the most considerable establishment' in the University, was founded by Edward the Third, but received its chief endowments from Henry the Eighth. The endowments of Queen's College were increased by Elizabeth Widville, the wife of Edward the Fourth. Oxford bears among its patrons the names of Henry the First, Richard the First, Edward the Second, Henry the Eighth, and Charles the First. Christ Church College was founded by the unhappy Cardinal Wolsey." THE HIGHLAND FIGHT.* "The clansmen on every side stripped their plaids, prepared their arms, and there was an awful pause of about three minutes, during which the men pulling off their bonnets raised their faces to heaven and uttered a short prayer, then pulled their bonnets over their brows and moved onward! WAVERLEY. SILENT and hushed and motionless! To-morrow! Oh that word to-morrow! And there, in prayerful silence now, Uncovered is each beating brow, * Written in October, 1831. And every lip is quivering there, And crimes, all, all, remembered now! every die Memory brings back most painfully; — Father in Heaven! thy will be done! On! on for the notes of our bugles are swelling, Their war-cry is forth upon mountain and wave; On! on! where the claymores of Scotland are telling, Their cause is the cause of the loyal and brave ! Where the swords of our foemen are flashing the brightest, Where the shout of the battle is longest and loudest, There the heart of the Highlander ever is lightest, And its throbs are the freest and strongest and proudest ! |