Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you the foremost o' them a' Shall ride our forest-queen'But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. Sir W. Scott H CLXXXIII FREEDOM AND LOVE WOW delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no untying! Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, Love he comes, and Love he tarries, Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden. Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Love's a fire that needs renewal Love's wing moults when caged and captured, Can you keep the bee from ranging No! nor fetter'd Love from dying In the knot there's no untying. T. Campbell CLXXXIV LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY HE fountains mingle with the river THE And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle — See the mountains kiss high heaven And the sunlight clasps the earth, What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? P. B. Shelley H CLXXXV ECHOES OW sweet the answer Echo makes When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweet Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute or soft guitar The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere And only then, The sigh that 's breathed for one to hear Is by that one, that only Dear Breathed back again. T. Moore CLXXXVI A SERENADE H! County Guy, the hour is nigh, AH The sun has left the lea, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea. The lark, his lay who trill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, The village maid steals through the shade Now reigns o'er earth and sky, Sir W. Scott G CLXXXVII TO THE EVENING STAR EM of the crimson-colour'd Even, So fair thy pensile beauty burns To Peace, to Pleasure, and to Love Thine is the breathing, blushing hour Chased by the soul-subduing power O! sacred to the fall of day Shine on her chosen green resort Shine on her sweetly scented road Shine where my charmer's sweeter breath Where, winnow'd by the gentle air Thus, ever thus, at day's decline In converse sweet to wander far O bring with thee my Caroline, |