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As o'er my palm the silver piece she drew,

120 And traced the line of life with searching view,

How throbbed my fluttering pulse with hopes and fears,

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125 We led the bending beggar on his way, (Bare were his feet, his tresses silver

He breathed his prayer, "Long may such goodness live!"

'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give.

felt,

And on his tale with mute attention dwelt.

As in his scrip we dropt our little store, 130 And sighed to think that little was no

more,

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I search the records of each mouldering
stone.

Guides of my life! Instructors of my
youth!
Who first unveiled the hallowed form of
Truth!

To learn the color of my future years!

Ah, then, what honest triumph flushed 155 Whose every word enlightened and my breast;

endeared;

This truth once known-To bless is to
be blest!

In age beloved, in poverty revered;
In Friendship's silent register ye live,
Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give.
But when the sons of peace, of pleas-
ure sleep,

Roused us to rival each, the hero of his day.

Hush, ye fond flutterings, hush! while here alone

gray)

Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit 160 When only Sorrow wakes, and wakes

to weep,

What spells entrance my visionary mind
With sighs so sweet, with transports so

refined?

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While, as the boat went merrily,
Much of Rob Roy the boat-man told;
His arm that fell below his knee,
20 His cattle-ford and mountain-hold.

Tarbat, thy shore I climbed at last;
And, thy shady region passed,
Upon another shore I stood,
And looked upon another flood;

25 Great Ocean's self! ('Tis He who fills That vast and awful depth of hills;) Where many an elf was playing round, Who treads unshod his classic ground; And speaks, his native rocks among, 30 As Fingal spoke, and Ossian sung.

Night fell; and dark and darker grew That narrow sea, that narrow sky, As o'er the glimmering waves we flew; The sea-bird rustling, wailing by. 35 And now the grampus, half-descried, Black and huge above the tide; The cliffs and promontories there, Front to front, and broad and bare; Each beyond each, with giant feet 40 Advancing as in haste to meet;

The shattered fortress, whence the Dane
Blew his shrill blast, nor rushed in vain,
Tyrant of the drear domain;

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When day springs upward from the deep
All into midnight shadow sweep-

Kindling the waters in its flight,
The prow wakes splendor; and the oar,
That rose and fell unseen before,
Flashes in a sea of light!

50 Glad sign, and sure! for now we hail
Thy flowers, Glenfinnart, in the gale;
And bright indeed the path should be,
That leads to friendship and to thee!

Oh blest retreat, and sacred too! 55 Sacred as when the bell of prayer

Tolled duly on the desert air, And crosses decked thy summits blue. Oft, like some loved romantic tale, Oft shall my weary mind recall, 60 Amid the hum and stir of men,

Thy beechen grove and waterfall, Thy ferry with its gliding sail, And her-the Lady of the Glen!

AN INSCRIPTION IN THE CRIMEA 1812

Shepherd, or huntsman, or worn mariner, Whate'er thou art, who wouldst allay thy thirst,

Drink and be glad. This cistern of white stone,

Arched, and o'erwrought with many a sacred verse, 5 This iron cup chained for the general

use,

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Shall oft remind thee, waking, sleeping, Of those who by the Wharfe were weeping;

Of those who would not be consoled 40 When red with blood the river rolled.

From ITALY 1819-1834 1822-34 THE LAKE OF GENEVA

Day glimmered in the east, and the white

moon

Hung like a vapor in the cloudless sky, Yet visible, when on my way I went, Glad to be gone, a pilgrim from the North, 5 Now more and more attracted as I drew Nearer and nearer. Ere the artisan Had from his window leant, drowsy, half-clad,

To snuff the morn, or the caged lark poured forth,

From his green sod upspringing as to heaven,

10 (His tuneful bill o'erflowing with a song Old in the days of Homer, and his wings With transport quivering) on my way I went,

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Is light with hope, all things are sure to please;

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And soon a passage-boat swept gaily by, Laden with peasant girls and fruits and flowers

So dead to all things in this visible world, 60 So wondrously profound, as to move on In the sweet light of heaven, like him of old2

(His name is justly in the Calendar3), Who through the day pursued this pleasant path

That winds beside the mirror of all beauty,

65 And, when at eve his fellow pilgrims sate, Discoursing of the lake, asked where it was. They marvelled as they might; and so must all,

Seeing what now I saw : for now 'twas day, And the bright sun was in the firmament, 70 A thousand shadows of a thousand hues

1 cock and ben

2 Bernard, Abbot of Clairvaux (1091-1153). list of saints

Chequering the clear expanse. Awhile his orb

Hung o'er thy trackless fields of snow, Mont Blanc,

Thy seas of ice and ice-built promontories,

That change their shapes forever as in sport;

75 Then travelled onward and went down behind

The pine-clad heights of Jura, lighting up The woodman's casement, and perchance his axe

Borne homeward through the forest in his hand;

And, on the edge of some o'erhanging cliff, 80 That dungeon-fortress1 never to be named, Where, like a lion taken in the toils, Toussaint breathed out his brave and generous spirit.

Little did he,2 who sent him there to die, Think, when he gave the word, that he himself,

85 Great as he was, the greatest among men, Should in like manner be so soon conveyed Athwart the deep,-and to a rock so small Amid the countless multitude of waves, That ships have gone and sought it, and returned,

Saying it was not!

THE GONDOLA

Boy, call the Gondola; the sun is set.
It came, and we embarked; but instantly,
As at the waving of a magic wand,
Though she had stept on board so light
of foot,

5 So light of heart, laughing she knew not

why,

Sleep overcame her; on my arm she slept. From time to time I waked her; but the

boat

Rocked her to sleep again. The moon

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