FROM "HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS."

ENNUI.

ENNUI!—or, as our mothers call'd thee, Spleen!
To thee we owe full many a rare device ;—
Thine is the sheaf of painted cards, I ween,
The rolling billiard-ball, the rattling dice,
The turning-lathe for framing gimcrack nice;
The amateur's blotch'd pallet thou mayst claim,
Retort, and air-pump, threatening frogs and mice,
(Murders disguised by philosophic name,)

And much of trifling grave, and much of buxom game.

Then of the books, to catch thy drowsy glance
Compiled, what bard the catalogue may quote!
Plays, poems, novels, never read but once ;—
But not of such the tale fair Edgeworth wrote,
That bears thy name, and is thine antidote;

And not of such the strain my

Thomson sung,

Delicious dreams inspiring by his note,

What time to Indolence his harp he strung;Oh! might my lay be rank'd that happier list among!

Over bank and over brae,

Where the copsewood is the greenest,
Where the fountains glisten sheenest,

Where the lady-fern grows strongest,
Where the morning dew lies longest,
Where the black-cock sweetest sips it,
Where the fairy latest trips it:
Hie to haunts right seldom seen,
Lovely, lonesome, cool, and green,
Over bank and over brae,

Hie away, hie away.

YOUNG men will love thee more fair and more fast;
Heard ye so merry the little bird sing?
Old men's love the longest will last,

And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing.

The young man's wrath is like light straw on fire; Heard ye so merry the little bird sing?

But like red-hot steel is the old man's ire,

And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing.

The young man will brawl at the evening board ;
Heard ye so merry the little bird sing?

But the old man will draw at the dawning the sword,
And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing.

PIBROCH OF DONALD DHU.

PIBROCH Of Donuil Dhu,
Pibroch of Donuil,

Wake thy wild voice anew,
Summon Clan-Conuil.

Come away, come away,

Hark to the summons!

Come in your war array,
Gentles and commons.

Come from deep glen, and

From mountain so rocky,

The war-pipe and pennon

Are at Inverlocky.

Come every hill-plaid, and

True heart that wears one,

Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.

Leave untended the herd,

The flock without shelter;

Leave the corpse uninterr'd,
The bride at the altar ;