the fourth, where they seated themselves: and many and he asked the nobles, who were assembled of their posterity have continued there ever since. around him, whether any of them had dogs, which Mr. Sandford speaking of them, says (which in- they thought might be more successful. No cour. deed was applicable to most of the Borderers on tier would affirm that his bounds were fleeter than both sides, they were all stark moss-troqpers, those of the king, until sir William St. Clair of and arrant thieves: Both to England and Scotland Roseline unceremoniously said, he would wager outlawed; yet sometimes connived at, because they his head that his two favourite dogs, Help and Hold, gave intelligence forth of Scotland, and would raise would kill the deer before she could cross the 400 horse at any time upon a raid of the English March-burn. The king instantly caught at his uninto Scotland. A saying is recorded of a mother wary offer, and betted the forest of Pentlandmoor to her son (which is now become proverbial,) against the life of sir William St. Clair. All the Ride, Rowley, honigh's 2' the pot; that is, the last hounds were tied up, except a few ratches, or slow piece of beef was in the pot, and therefore it was hounds, to put up the deer; while sir William St. high time for him to go and fetch more. Introduc- Clair, posting himself in the best situation for sliption to the History of Cumberland

I piug his dogs, prayed devoutly to Christ, the blessThe residence of the Grames being chiefly in ed Virgin, and St. Katherine. The deer was shortthe Debateable land, so called because it was claim-ly after roused, and the hounds slipped; sir Wiled by both kingdoms, their depredations extended liam following on a gallant steed, to cheer his dogs. both to England and Scotland, with impunity, for The hind, however, reached the middle of the as both wardens accounted them the proper sub-brook, upon which the hunter threw himself from jects of their own prince, neither inclined to de- his horse in despair. At this critical moment, howmand reparation for their excesses from the oppo- ever, Hold stooped her in the brook; and Help, site officers, which would have been an acknowl. coming up, turned her back, and killed her op sir edgment of his jurisdiction over them.See a long William's side. The king descended from the hill, correspondence on this subject betwixt lord Dacre embraced sir William, and bestowed on him the and the English privy council, in Introduction to lands of Kirkton, Logan-house, Earncraig, &c. in History of Cumberland. The Debateable land was free forestrie. Sir William, in ackunowledgment finally divided betwixt England and Scotland, by of St. Katherine's intercession, built the chapel of commissioners appointed by both nations. St. Katherine in the Hopes, the churchyard of

12. The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall-P. 22. which is still to be seen. The hill, from which This burden is adopted, with some alteration, Robert Bruce beheld this nemorable chase, is still from an old Scottish song, beginning thus: called the King's Hill; and the place where sir She leaned her back against a thorn,

William hunted is called the knight's field.* The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa';

|MS. History of the family of St. Clair, by Richard And there she has her young babe born,

Augustin Hay, Canon of Št. Genevieve.
And the lyon shall be lord of a'.

This adventurous huntsman married Elizabeth, 13. Who has not heard of Surrey's fame!-P. 23.

daughter of Malice Spar, earl of Orkney and StraThe gallant and unfortunate Henry Howard, earl therne, in whose right their son Henry was, in of Surrey, was unquestionably the most accom- 1379, created earl of Orkney, by Haco, king of plished cavalier of his time; and his sonnets dis- Norway. His title was recognized by the kings of play beauties which would do honour to a more Scotland, and remained with his successors until it polished age. He was beheaded on Tower-hill in was annexed to the crown, in 1471, by act of Par 1546; a victim to the mean jealousy of Henry VIII, liament. In exchange for this earldom, the castle who could not bear so brilliant a character near and domains of Ravenscraig, or Ravensheuch, his throne.

were conferred on William Saintclair, earl of The song of the supposed bard is founded on an Caithness. incident said to have happened to the earl in his

15. Still nods their palace to its fall, travels. Cornelius Agrippa, the celebrated alchemist, showed him, in a lookingglass, the lovely

Thy pride and sorrow, fair Kirkwall.-P. 23 Geraldine, to whose service he had devoted his

The castle of Kirkwall was built by the St.

Clairs, while earls of Orkney. It was dismantled pen and his sword. T'he vision represented her as indisposed, and reclined upon a couch, reading her

by the earl of Caithness about 1615, having been

garrisoned against the government by Robert Stewlover's verses by the light of a waxen taper.

art, natural son to the earl of Orkney. 14.

The storm-swept Orcades;
Where erst St Clairs held princely sway,

Its ruins afforded a sad subject for contemplation
O'er isle and islet, strait and bay.-P. 23.

to John, master of St. Clair, who, flying irom his The St. Clairs are of Norman extraction, being native country, on account of his share in the indescended from William de St. Clair, second son surrection, in 1715, made some stay at Kirkwall. of Walderne compte de St. Clair, and Margaret,

The tomb of sir William St. Clair, on which he apdaughter to Richard duke of Normandy. He was

pears sculptured in armour, with a greyhound at his feet, called for his fair deportment, the seemly St. Clair; is still to be seen in Rosline chapel. The person who and settling in Scotland during the reign of Mal- shows it, always tells the story of his hunting match, with colm Ceanmore, obtained large grants of land in some addition to Mr. Hay's account; as that the kuight Mid-Lothian. These domains were increased by of Rosline's fright made him poetical, and that, in the

last emergency, he shouted, the liberality of succeeding monarchs to the des

Help, haud, an' ye may, cendants of the family, and comprehended the ba

Or Roslin will lose his head this day. ronies of Roseline. Pentland, Cowsland, Cardaine, If this couplet does him no creat honour as a poet the and seve, al others. It is said a large addition was conclusion of the s ory does him still less credit. He set obtained from Robert Bruce, on the following oc- his foot on the dog, says the narrator, and killed him ou casion: The king, in following the chase upon the spot, saying, he should never again put his neck in

such a risk. As Mr. Hay does not mention this circun Pentland hills, had often started “ a white faunch

" stanice, I hope it is only founded on the couchant posture doer," which had always escaped from his hounds; of the hound on the monument.

" I had occasion to entertain myself at Kirkwall! The formungandr, or snake of the ocean, whose with the melancholie prospect of the ruins of an folds surround the earth, is one of the wildest ficold castle, the seat of the old earls of Orkney, my tions of the Edda. It was very nearly caught by ancestors; and of a more melancholy reflection, of the god Thor, who went to fish for it with a hook so great and noble an estate as the Orkney and baited with a bull's head. In the battle betwixt Shetand isles being taken from one of them by the evil demons and the divinities of Odin, which James III, for faultrie after his brother Alexander, is to precede the Ragnaraokr, or Twilight of the duke of Albany, had married a daughter of my gods, this snake is to act a conspicuous part. family, and for protecting and defending the said Alexander against the king, who wished to kill 18. Of those dread maids, whose hideous yell him, as he had done his youngest brother, the earl

Maddens the battle's bloody swell.-P. 24. of Mar; and for which, after the forfaustrie. bel These were the Valkyriur, or selectors of the gratefullu divorced my forfaulted ancestor's sister: slain, despatched by Odin from Valhalla, to choose though I cannot persuade myself that he had any those who were to die, and

those who were to die, and to distribute the contest. misalliance to plead against a familie in whose They are well known to the English reader, as reins the blood of Robert Bruce ran as fresh as in Gray's Fatal Sisters. his own; for their title to the crowne was by a / 19. Ransack'd the graves of warriors old, daughter of David Bruce, son to Robert; and our Their falchions wrench'd from corpses' hold.-P. 24. alliance was by marrying a grandchild of the same The northern warriors were usually entombed Robert Bruce, and daughter to the sister of the with their arms, and their other treasures. Thus, same David, out of the familie of Douglas, which Angantyr, before commencing the duel in which at that time did not much sullie the blood, more he was slain, scipulated, that if he fell, his sword than my ancestour's having not long before, had | Tyrfing should be buried with him. His daughter, the honour of marryiug a daughter of the king of Hervor, afterward took it from his tomb. The Denmark's, who was named Florentine, and has dialogue which passed betwixt her and Angantyr's left in tbe town of Kirkwall a noble monument of spirit on this occasion has often been translated. the grandeur of the times, the finest church ever 1 The whole history may be found in the Harvarar saw entire in Scotland, I then had no small reason Saga. Indeed the ghosts of the northern wa niors to think, in that unhappy state, on the many not were not wont tamely to suffer their tombs to be inconsiderable services rendered since to the roy- plundered; and hence the mortal heroes had an al familie, for these many years by-gone, on all oc- additional temptation to attempt such adventures; easions, when they stood most in need of friends, for they held nothing more worthy of their valour which they have thought themselves very often than to encounter supernatural beings. --BARTHOobliged to acknowledge by letters yet extant, and LINUS De causis contemptæ a Danis mortis, lib. 1, in a stile more like friends than sovereigns: our cap. 2, 9, 10, 13. attachment to them, without anie other thanks,

20. — Rosabelle.-P. 24. having brought upon us considerable losses, and This was a family name in the house of St. among others, that of our all in Cromwell's time; and chinen lifi in that condition, without the least relief except

e; and Clair. Henry St. Clair, the second son of the line, what we found in our own virtue. D'y father was the Sus

P married Rosabelle, fourth daughter of the earl of only man of the Scouts nation who had courage

Suratherne. enough to protest in parliament against king Wil

21. Castle Ravensheuch.-P. 24. liam's uitle to the throne, which was lost, God knows A large and strong castle, now ruinous, situated how; and this at a time when the losses in the cause betwixt Kirkaldy and Dysart, on a steep crag, of the royall familie and their usual gratitude, had washed by the Frith of Forth. It was conferred scarce left him bread to maintain a numerous fam- on sir William St. Clair, as a slight compensation ilie of eleven children, who had soon after sprung for the earldom of Orkney, by a charter of king up on him, in spite of all which, he had honoura- | James III, daled in 1471, and is now the property bis persisted in his principle. I say, these things of sir James St. Clair Erskine, (now earl of Rosse considered, and after being treated as I was, and in lyn,) representative of the family. It was long a that unluckie state, when objects appear to men in principal residence of the barons of Roslin. their true light, as at the hour of death, could I be

22. Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud, blamed for making some bitter reflections to myself, Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie; and laughing at the extravagance and unaccount Each baron, for a sable shroud, able humour of men, and the singularitie of my

Sheathed in his iron panoply.-P. 24. own case, (an exile for the cause of the Stuart! The beautiful chapel of Roslin is still in tolera. family,) when I ought to have known, that the ble preservation. It was founded in 1446 by Wilgreatest crime I, or my family, could have com- liam St. Clair, prince of Orkney, duke of Oldenmitted, was persevering to my own destruction, in burgh, earl of Caithness and Stratherne, lord St. serving the royal familie faithfully, though obsti. Clair, lord Niddesdale, lord admiral of the ScotDately, after so great a share of depression; and af. I tish seas, lord chief justice of Scotland, lord warter they had been pleased to doom me and my fam-, den of the three Marches, baron of Roslin, Pentilie to starve.”-MS. Memoirs of John, Master of land, Pentlandmoor, &c. knight of the Cockle and 8. Clair.

of the Garter, (as is affirmed,) high chancellor, 16. Kings of the main their leaders bravc.

chamberlain, and lieutenant of Scotland. This lofty Their barks the dragons of the wave.-P. 23. person, whose titles, says Godscroft, might weary The chiefs of the Pakingr, or Scandinavian pie à Spaniard, built the castle of Roslin, where he rates, assumed the title of Sækonungr, or sea resided in princely splendour, and founded the kings. Ships, in the inflated language of the Scalds, chapel, which is in the most rich and florid style we often termed the serpents of the ocean. of Gothic architecture. Among the profuse cary. 1. or that sea-snake, tremendous curl'd,

ing on the pillars and buttresses, the rose is freWhore monstrous circle girds the work.-P. 24. quently introduced, in allusion to the name, with

turn to go

which, however, the flower has no connexion; the ther in a body, none cared to be left alone with etymology being Rosslinnhe, the promontory of it. It being the custom, therefore, for one of the the linn or water-fall. The chapel is said to ap- soldiers to lock the gates of the castle at a certain pear on fire previous to the death of any of his de-hour, and cary the keys to the captain, to whose scendants. This superstition, noticed by Slezer apartment, as I said before, the way led through in his Theatrum Scotia, and alluded to in the text, the church, they agreed among themselves, that is probably of Norwegian derivation, and may have whoever was to succeed the ensuing night his fel. been imported by the earls of Orkney into their low in this errand, should accompany him that Lothian domains. The tomb-fires of the north are went first, and by this means no man would be exmentioned in most of the Sagas.

posed singly to the danger: for I forgot to mention, The barons of Roslin were buried in a vault be that the Mauthe Doog was always seen to come neath the chapel floor. The manner of their in- out from that passage at the close of day, and return

s thus described by Father Hay, in the to it again as soon as the morning dawned; which MS. history already quoted.

made them look on this place as its pecu.iar resi" Sir William Sinclair, the father, was a leuddence. man. He kept a miller's daughter, with whom, it “One night, a fellow being drunk, and by the is alledged, he went to Ireland: yet I think the strength of the liquor rendered more daring than cause of his retreat was rather occasioned by the ordinarily, laughed at the simplicity of his comPresbyterians, who vexed him sadly, because of panions; and

t was n his religion being Roman Catholic. His son, sir with the keys, would needs take that office upon William, died during the troubles, and was inter- him to testify his courage. All the soldiers enred in the chapel of Roslin the very same day that deavoured to dissuade him; but the more they said, the battle of Dunbar was fought. When my good the more resolute he seemed, and swore that he father was buried, his (i. e. sir William's) corpse desired nothing more than that the Mauthe Doog seemed to be entire at the opening of the cave; but would follow him as it had done the others; for he when they came to touch his body, it fell into dust. would try if it were dog, or devil. After having He was lying in his armour, with a red velvet cap talked in a very reprobate manner for some time, on his head, on a flat stone; nothing was spoiled he spatched up the keys, and went out of the guardexcept a piece of the white furring, that went round room: in some time after his departure, a great the can. and answered to the hinder part of the noise was heard, but nobody had ihe boldness to head. All his predecessors were buried after the see what occasioned it, till the adventurer returnsame manner, in their armour: late Rosline, my ing, they demanded the knowledge of him; but as good father, was the first that was buried in a cof-| loud and noisy as be had been at leaving them, he fin; against the sentiments of king James the Se- was now become sober and silent enough; for he venth, who was then in Scotland, and several other was never heard to speak more: and though all the persons well versed in antiquity, to whom my mo- time he lived, which was three days, he was enther would not hearken, thinking it beggarly to be treated by all who came near him, either to speak, buried after that manner. The great expenses she or if he could not do that, to make some signs, by was at in burying her husband, occasioned the which they might understand what had happened sumptuary acts which were made in the following to him; yet nothing intelligible could be got from parliament.”

him, only that by the distortion of his limbs and fea

tures, it might be guessed that he died in agonies 23. “Gylbin, come!"-P. 24.

more than is common in a natural death. See the story of Gilpin Horner, p. 56, in notes. “The Mauthe Doog was however never after 24. For he was speechless, ghastly, wan,

seen in the castle, nor would any one attempt to Like him, of whom the story ran,

go through that passage; for which reason it was

Man.-P. 24. closed up, and another way made. This accident The ancient castle of Peel-town, in the Isle of happened about threescore years since: and I heard Man, is surrounded by four churches now ruinous, it attested by several, but especially by an old solThrough one of these chapels, there was formerly dier, who assured me he had seen it oftener than a passage from the guard-room of the garrison. I he had then hairs on his head.”-Waldron's Den This was closed, it is said, upon the following oc- scription of the Isle of Man, p. 107. casion: “They say, that an apparition, called in 25. And he a solemn sacred plight the Mankish language, the Mauthe Doog, in the Did to St. Bryde of Douglas make.-P. 25. shape of a large black spaniel, with curled shaggy This was a favourite saint of the house of Douhair, was used to haunt Peel-castle; and has been glas, and of the earl of Angus in particular, as we frequently seen in every room, but particularly in learn from the following passage. The queen rethe guard-chamber, where, as soon as candles were gent had proposed to raise a rival noble to the dulighted, it came and lay down before the fire, in pres- cal dignity; and discoursing of her purpose with ence of all the soldiers, who, at length, by being Angus he answered, “Why not madam? we are so much accustomed to the sight of it, lost great happy that have such a princess, that can know part of the terror they were seized with at its first and will acknowledge men's service, and is willing appearance. They still, however, retained a cer- to recompence it: but, by the might of God, (this tain awe, as believing it was an evil spirit, which was his oath when he was serious and in anger, at only waited permission to do them hurt; and, for other times, it was by St. Bride of Douglas,) if he that reason, forbore swearing, and all prophane dis- be a duke, I will be a drake!”-So she desisted cource, while in its company. But though they from prosecuting of that purpose. Godocroft, vol. endured the sbock of such a guest when all toge-li, p. 131.


Alas! that Scottish maid should sing

The combat where her lover fell!
That Scottish Bard should wake the string,

The triumph of our foes to tell. Leyden.




| That bloomed so rich on Needpath-fell, It is hardly to be expected, that an author, whom

Sallow his brow, and ruisset bare the public has honoured with some degree of ap-Are no

Are now the sister-heights of Yare. planse, should not be again a trespasser on their

ther. The sheep, before the pinching heaven, kindness. Yet the author of Marmion must be To sheltered dale and down are driven, supposed to feel some anxiety concerning its suc- Where yet some faded herbage pines, eesy, since he is sensible that he hazards, by this. And yet a watery sunbeam shines: second intrusion, any reputation which his first In meek despondency they eye poem may have procured him. The present story

| The withered sward and wintry sky, turns upon the private adventures of a fictitious. And far beneath their summer hill. charaeler; but is called a Tale of Flodden Field. J Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill: because the hero's fate is connected with that me-1

The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold morable defeat, and the causes which led to it. And wraps him closer from the cold: The design of the author was, if possible to ap

His dogs no merry circles wheel, prise his readers, at the outset, of the date of his

this But, shivering, follow at his heel; story, and to prepare them for the manners of the A cowering glance they often cast, age in which it is laid. Any historical narrative, A

storical narrative As deeper moans the gathering blast. far more an attempt at epic composition, exceeds

| My imps, though hardy, bold, and wild his plan of a romantic tale; yet he may be permit

As best befits the mountain child, ted io hope from the popularity of The Lay of the

Feel the sad influence of the hour, Last Minstrel, that an attempt to paint the man

And wail the daisy's vanished flower; ners of the feudal times, upon a broader scale, and

Their summer gambols tell, and mourn, in the course of a more interesting story, will not

And anxious ask, -Will spring return, be unacceptable to the public.

And birds and lambs again be gay,

And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray? The poem opens about the commencement of Angust and concludes with the defeat of Flodden,

| Yes, prattlers, yes. The daisy's flower oth September, 1513.

Again shall paint your summer bower;

Again the hawthorn shall supply

The garlands you delight to tie;
The lambs upon the lea shall bound,

The wild birds carol to the round,
INTRODUCTION TO CANTO I. And while you frolick light as they,

Too short shall seem the summer day, TO WILLIAM STEWART ROSE, Esq.

To mute and to material things

New life revolving summer brings; Ashestiel, Estrick Forest. The genial call dead Nature hears, NOVEMBER's sky is chill and drear,

And in her glory re-appears. November's leaf is red and sear:

But Oh! my country's wintry state Late, gazing down the steepy linn,

What second spring shall renovate? That hems our little garden in,

What powerful call shall bid arise Low in its dark and narrrow glen,

The buried warlike, and the wise? You searce the rivulet might ken,

The mind, that thought for Britain's weal, So thick the tangled green-wood grew,

The hand, that grasped the victor steel? So feeble trilled the streamlet through:

The vernal sun new life bestows Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen

Even on the meanest flower that blows; 1 brough bush and brier, no longer green,

But vainly, vainly may he shine, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade.

Where glory weeps o'er Nelson's shrine; Brawls over rock and wild cascade,

And vainly pierce the solemn gloom And, foaming brown with double speed,

That shrouds, O PITT, thy hallowed tomb! Horries its waters to the Tweed.

| Deep graved in every British heart, No longer Autumn's glowing red

O never let those names depart! Upon our forest hills is shed;

Say to your sons,-Lo, here his grave, No more, beneath the evening beam,

Who víctor died on Gadite wave; Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam;

To him, as to the burning levin, Avay hath passed the heather-beli,

Short, bright, resistless course was given,

Where'er his country's foes were found,

Of those who fought, and spoke, and sung Was heard the fated thunder's sound,

Here, where the iretted aisles prolong Till burst the bolt on yonder shore,

The distant notes of lioly song, Rolled, blazed, destroyed, -and was no more, As if some angel spoke agen, Nor mourn ye less his perished worth,

All peace on earth, good-will lo men; Who bade the conqueror go forth,

If ever from an English heart, And lanched that thunderbolt of war

O here let prejudice depart, On Egypt, Hafnia,* Trafalgar;

And, partial feeling cast aside, Who, born to guide such high emprise,

Record, that Fox a Britain died ! For Britain's weal was early wise;

When Europe crouched to France's yoke, Alas! to whom the Almighty gave,

And Austria bent, and Prussia broke, For Britain's sins, an early grave;

And the firm Russian's purpose brave His worth, who, in his mightiest hour,

Was bartered by a timorous slave, A bauble held the pride of power,

Even then dishonour's peace he sporned, Spurned at the sordid lust of pelt,

The sullied olive-branch returned, And served his Albion for herself;

Stood for his country's glory fast, Who, when the frantic crowd amain

And najled her colours to the mast! Strained at subjection's bursting rein,

Heaven, to reward his firmness, gave O'er their wild mood full conquest gained, A portion in this honoured grave; The pride, he would not crush, restrained, And ne'er held marble in its trust Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause, Of two such wondrous men the dust. And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's

With more than mortal powers endowed, laws.

How high they soared above the crowd!
Had'st thou but lived, though stripped of power, Theirs was no common party race,
A watchman on the lovely tower,

Jostling by dark intrigue for place;
Thy thrilling trump had roused the land, Like fabled Gods, their mighiy war
When fraud or danger were at hand;

Shook realms and nations in its jar; By thee, as by the beacon-light,

Beneath each banner proud to stand, Our pilots bad kept course aright;

Looked up the noblest of the land, As soine proud column, though alone,

Till through the British world were knowa Thy strength had propped the tottering throne.

The names of Pitt and Fox alone. Now is the stately columo broke,

Spells of such force no wizard grave The beacon-light is quenched in smoke,

E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave, The trumpet's silver sound is still,

Though his could drain the ocean dry, The warder silent on the hill!

And force the planets from the sky. Oh, think, how to his latest day,

These spells are spent, and, spent with these, When death, just hovering, claimed his prey,

The wine of life is on the lees. With Palinure's unaltered mood,

Genius, and taste, and talent gone, Firm at his dangerous post be stood;

For ever tombed beneath the stone, Each call for needful rest repelled,

Where-taming thought to human pride! With dying hand the rudder held,

The mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Till, in his fall, with fateful sway,

Drop upon Fox's grave the lear, The steerage of the realm gave way!

| Twill irickle to his rival's bier; Then, while on Britain's thousand plains

O'er Prrt's the mournful requiem sound, One unpolluted church remains,

And Fox's shall the notes rebound. Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around

The solemn echo seems to cry, The bloody tocsin's maddening sound,

“ Here let their discord with them die; But still, upon the hallowed day,

Speak not for those a separate doom, Convoke the swains lo praise and pray;

Whom fate made brothers in the tomb, While faith and civil peace are dear,

But search the land of living men, Grace this cold marble with a tear,

Where wilt thou find their like agen?" He, who preserved them, Pirr, lies here!

Rest, ardent Spirits! till the cries Nor yet suppress the generous sigh,

Of dying Nature bid you rise; Because his rival slumbers nigh;

Not even your Britain's groans can pierce Nor be thy requiescat dumb,

The leaden silence of your hearse: Lest it be said o'er Fox's tomb.

Then, O how impotent and vain For talents mourn, untimely lost,

This grateful tributary strain! When best employed, and wanted most,

Though not unmarked from northern elime, Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound;

Ye heard the Border Minstrel's rhyme:

His Gothic harp has o'er you rung; And all the reasoning powers divine,

The bard you deigned to praise, your death To penetrate, resolve, combine; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow

names has sung. They sleep with him who sleeps below

Stay yet illusion, stay awhile, And, if thou mourn'st they could not save

My wildered fancy still beguile! From error him who owns this grave,

From this high theme how can I part, Be every harsher thought suppressed,

Ere half unloaded is my heart! And sacred be the last long rest.

For all the tears e'er sorrow drew, Here, where the end of earthly things

And all the raptures fancy knew, Lays heroes, patriots, bards, and kings;

And all the keener rush of blood, Where stiff the hand, and still the tongue,

That throbs through bard in bard-like mood,

Were here a tribute mean and low, • Copenhagen,

Though all their mingled streams could flow..

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