HUNTING SONG. WAKEN lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, With hawk, and horse, and hunting spear; "Waken lords and ladies gay." Waken lords and ladies gay, Waken lords and ladies gay, We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken lords and ladies gay." Louder, louder chant the lay, Tell them youth, and mirth, and glee, Time, stern huntsman! who can balk, Stanch as hound, and fleet as hawk: Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay. THE VIOLET. THE violet in her green-wood bower, In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. Though fair her gems of azure hue, Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining; I've seen an eye of lovelier blue, More sweet through wat'ry lustre shining. The summer sun that dew shall dry, Remained the tear of parting sorrow. TO A LADY, WITH FLOWERS FROM A ROMAN WALL. TAKE these flowers which, purple waving, On the ruined rampart grew, Where, the sons of freedom braving, Rome's imperial standards flew. Warriors from the breach of danger THE BARD'S INCANTATION. WRITTEN UNDER THE THREAT OF INVASION, IN THE` AUTUMN OF 1804. THE Forest of Glenmore is drear, It is all of black pine, and the dark oak-tree; The moon looks through the drifting storm, There is a voice among the trees That mingles with the groaning oakThat mingles with the stormy breeze, And the lake-waves dashing against the rock;There is a voice within the wood, The voice of the Bard in fitful mood; His song was louder than the blast, As the Bard of Glenmore through the forest past. |