THE LAMENT OF TASSO

THE PROPHECY OF DANTE .

MANFRED: A Dramatic Poem

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From MARINO FALIERO': Act V, Scene III.

From THE TWO FOSCARI': The Swimmer

From CAIN: A Mystery':

Act II, Sc. I

Act III, Sc. I

From BEPPO':

From THE DEFORMED TRANSFORMED :

The Transformation

Song of the Soldiers

Chorus of Spirits

Chorus of Peasants

Wanted-a Hero

The Sweets of Life

Julia's Letter

Poetical Commandments

CANTO IV:

Troy

The Shipwreck

Haidée

Juan and Haidée

Alas! the love of women!

LACHIN Y GAIR

AWAY, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of rose3 !
In you let the minions of luxury rove;

Restore me the rocks, where the snow-flake reposes,
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:
Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,

Round their white summits though elements war; Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing foun

POEMS

Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd; My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid; On chieftains long perish'd my memory ponder'd,

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As daily I strode through the pine-cover'd glade ; I sought not my home till the day's dying glory

Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.

tains,

I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.

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Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale? Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,

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And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale. Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers,

Winter presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;

They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.

Ill-starr'd, though brave, did no visions foreboding Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?" Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,

Victory crown'd not your fall with applause :

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Still were you happy in death's earthly slumber,

You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar ; The pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number, Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.

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Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,
Years must elapse ere I tread you again:
Nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you,

Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic

To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar: Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic !

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They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well :-
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee

After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.

WELL! THOU ART HAPPY

WELL! thou art happy, and I feel

That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as it was wont to do.

Thy husband's blest-and 'twill impart
Some pangs to view his happier lot :
But let them pass-Oh! how my heart

Would hate him if he loved thee not!

When late I saw thy favourite child,

I thought my jealous heart would break;
But when the unconscious infant smiled,
I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.

I kiss'd it, and repress'd my sighs
Its father in its face to see;
But then it had its mother's eyes,
And they were all to love and me.

Mary, adieu! I must away:

While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay ;

My heart would soon again be thine.

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1808.

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