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Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,

That wantons thro' the flowering
thorn:

Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed- -never to return.

Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine
twine;

And ilka bird sang o' its luve,

And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; And my fause luver stole my rose, But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

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I'll stay thee with my kisses.
To-night the roaring brine
Will rend thy golden tresses;
The ocean with the morrow light
Will be both blue and calm;
And the billow will embrace thee
with a kiss as soft as mine.

No western odors wander

On the black and moaning sea,

And when thou art dead, Leander,
My soul must follow thee!

Oh! go not yet, my love,
Thy voice is sweet and low;

The deep salt wave breaks in above
Those marble steps below.
The turret stairs are wet
That lead into the sea.
The pleasant stars have set:
Oh! go not, go not yet,
Or I will follow thee.

TENNYSON.

BRIGNALL BANKS.

O, BRIGNALL banks are wild and fair,

And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there,
Would grace a summer queen.
And as I rode by Dalton Hall,
Beneath the turrets high,

A maiden on the castle wall
Was singing merrily, —

"O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,

And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen."

"If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me,

To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead

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There was spite in each look, there was fear in each ee,

As they watched for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee.

These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears,

And lang-hafted gullies to kill Cavaliers;

But they shrunk to close-heads, and the causeway was free,

At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.

"Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks,

Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox;

And tremble false Whigs, in the midst of your glee,

You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me.”

SCOTT.

SONG OF CLAN-ALPINE.

HAIL to the Chief who in triumph advances!

Honored and blessed be the evergreen Pine!

Long may the tree, in his banner

that glances,

Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line!

Heaven send it happy dew,
Earth lend it sap anew,

Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly

to grow,

While every Highland glen Sends our shout back again, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!"

Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain,

Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade;

When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain, The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade.

Moored in the rifted rock,
Proof to the tempest's shock,
Firmer he roots him the ruder it
blow:

Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise again, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!"

Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin,

And Bannachars' groans to our slogan replied;

Glen Luss and Ross dhu, they are smoking in ruin,

And the best of Loch-Lomond lie
dead on her side.
Widow and Saxon maid

Long shall lament our raid, Think of Clan-Alpine with feat and with woe;

Lennox and Leven-glen

Shake when they hear again, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!"

Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands!

Stretch to your oars for the evergreen Pine!

O that the rosebud that graces yon islands

Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine!

O that some seedling gem,
Worthy such noble stem,

Honored and blessed in their shadow might grow!

Loud should Clan-Alpine then Ring from her deepmost glen, "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!"

SCOTT.

PIBROCH OF DONUIL 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 Inverlochy.
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;

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