Leave the deer, leave the steer,
Leave nets and barges:
Come with your fighting gear,
Broadswords and targes.

Come as the winds come, when

Forests are rended;

Come as the waves come, when

Navies are stranded:

Faster come, faster come,

Faster and faster,

Chief, vassal, page and groom,

Tenant and master.

Fast they come, fast they come;
See how they gather!
Wide waves the eagle plume,

Blended with heather.

Cast your plaids, draw your blades

Forward each man set!

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,

Knell for the onset!

"WHY sitt'st thou by that ruin'd hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall,

Or ponder how it pass'd away?"—

"Know'st thou not me?" the Deep Voice cried; "So long enjoy'd, so oft misusedAlternate, in thy fickle pride,

Desired, neglected, and accused!

"Before my breath, like blazing flax,
Man and his marvels pass away!
And changing empires wane and wax,
Are founded, flourish, and decay.

"Redeem mine hours-the space is brief—
While in my glass the sand-grains shiver,
And measureless thy joy or grief,

When TIME and thou shalt part for ever!"

EPITAPH ON JŌN O'YE GIRNELL.

HEIR lyeth Jōn o' ye

Girnell.

Erth has ye nit and heuen ye kirnell.

In hys tyme ilk wyfe's hennis clokit,

Ilka gud mannis herth wi' bairnis was stokit,
He deled a boll o' bear in firlottis fyve,

Four for ye halie kirke and ane for pure mennis wyvis.

I KNEW Anselmo.

MOTTOES.

He was shrewd and prudent,

Wisdom and cunning had their shares of him;
But he was shrewish as a wayward child,

And pleased again by toys which childhood please :
As-book of fables graced with print of wood,
Or else the jingling of a rusty medal,

Or the rare melody of some old ditty,

That first was sung to please King Pepin's cradle.

CHAPTER IX.

"BE brave," she cried, "you yet may be our guest. Our haunted room was ever held the best:

If, then, your valour can the fight sustain
Of rustling curtains, and the clinking chain;
If your courageous tongue have powers to talk,
When round your bed the horrid ghost shall walk ;
If you dare ask it why it leaves its tomb,

I'll see your sheets well air'd, and show the room."

CHAPTER XI.

SOMETIMES he thinks that heaven this vision sent,
And order'd all the pageants as they went;
Sometimes that only 'twas wild Fancy's play,
The loose and scatter'd relics of the day.

CHAPTER XXI.

THE Lord Abbot had a soul

Subtile and quick, and searching as the fire:
By magic stairs he went as deep as hell,
And if in devils' possession gold be kept,

He brought some sure from thence-'tis hid in caves,
Known, save to me, to none-

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CHAPTER XXXIII.

REMORSE she ne'er forsakes us !—

A bloodhound stanch-she tracks our rapid step
Through the wild labyrinth of youthful frenzy,
Unheard, perchance, until old age hath tamed us;
Then in our lair, when Time hath chill'd our joints,
And maim'd our hope of combat, or of flight,
We hear her deep-mouth'd bay, announcing all
Of wrath and woe and punishment that bides us.

CHAPTER XXXV.

LIFE, with you,

Glows in the brain and dances in the arteries;
"Tis like the wine some joyous guest hath quaff'd,
That glads the heart and elevates the fancy:-
Mine is the poor residuum of the cup,
Vapid, and dull, and tasteless, only soiling
With its base dregs the vessel that contains it.

CHAPTER XLIII.

—She but circles,

FORTUNE, you say, flies from us—

Like the fleet sea-bird round the fowler's skiff,-—

Lost in the mist one moment, and the next