BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,

Lives there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fireMay rise distinguished o’er the din of war;Or died it with yon Master of the LyreWho sung beleaguered Ilion’s evil star?Such, WELLINGTON, might reach thee from afar,Wafting its descant wide o’er Ocean’s range;Nor shouts, nor clashing arms, its mood could mar,All, as it swelled ‘twixt each loud…

’Tis to him we love most,And to all who love him.Brave gallants, stand up,And avaunt ye, base carles!Were there death in the cup,Here’s a health to King Charles.Though he wanders through dangers,Unaided, unknown,Dependent on strangers,Estranged from his own;Though ’tis under our breath,Amidst forfeits and perils,Here’s to honor and faith,And a health to King Charles!Let such…

Over dale, over down,Where bugs bite not,Where lodgers fight not,Where below your chairmen drink not,Where beside your gutters stink not;But all is fresh and clean and gay,And merry lambkins sport and play,And they toss with rakes uncommonly short hay,Which looks as if it had been sown only the other day,And where oats are twenty-five shillings…

His fiery courser snuffs the morn,And thronging serfs their lord pursue.The eager pack, from couples freed,Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake;While answering hound, and horn, and steed,The mountain echoes startling wake.The beams of God’s own hallow’d dayHad painted yonder spire with gold,And, called sinful man to pray,Loud, long, and deep the bell had…

And she would marry a Scottish knight,For Love will still be lord of all.Blithely they saw the rising sunWhen he shone fair on Carlisle wall;But they were sad ere day was done,Though Love was still the lord of all.Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine,Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall;Her brother gave but…

When short and scant the sunbeam throws,Upon the weary waste of snows,A cold and profitless regard,Like patron on a needy bard,When silvan occupation’s done,And o’er the chimney rests the gun,And hang, in idle trophy, near,The game-pouch, fishing-rod, and spear;When wiry terrier, rough and grim,And greyhound, with his length of limb,And pointer, now employed no more,Cumber…

This is my own, my native land!Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d,As home his footsteps he hath turn’dFrom wandering on a foreign strand!If such there breathe, go, mark him well;For him no Minstrel raptures swell;High though his titles, proud his name,Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;Despite those titles, power, and pelf,The wretch, concentred…

Thou whose rushing pinions stir ocean to madness,Thou the destroyer of herds, thou the scatterer of navies,Amidst the scream of thy rage,Amidst the scream be loud as the cry of a perishing nation,Though the rushing of thy wings be like the roar of ten thousand waves,Yet hear, in thine ire and thy haste,Hear thou the…

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 wallWas singing merrily:—‘O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,And Greta woods are green!I’d rather rove with Edmund thereThan reign our English Queen.’‘If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with meTo leave both tower and…

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 wallWas singing merrily:—‘O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,And Greta woods are green!I’d rather rove with Edmund thereThan reign our English Queen.’‘If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with meTo leave both tower and…

To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,And press the rue for wine.A lightsome eye, a soldier’s mien,A feather of the blue,A doublet of the Lincoln green—No more of me ye knew,My Love!No more of me ye knew.‘This morn is merry June, I trow,The rose is budding fain;But she shall bloom in winter snowEre we…

One crowded hour of glorious lifeIs worth an age without a name.

The western hills have hid the sun,But mountain peak and village spireRetain reflection of his fire.Old Barnard’s towers are purple still,To those that gaze from Toller-hill;Distant and high, the tower of BowesLike steel upon the anvil glows;And Stanmore’s ridge, behind that lay,Rich with the spoils of parting day,In crimson and in gold array’d,Streaks yet awhile…

Where, the sons of freedom braving,Rome’s imperial standards flew.Warriors from the breach of dangerPluck no longer laurels there;They but yield the passing strangerWild-flower wreaths the Beauty’s hair.

’Tis to him we love most,And to all who love him.Brave gallants, stand up,And avaunt ye, base carles!Were there death in the cup,Here’s a health to King Charles.Though he wanders through dangers,Unaided, unknown,Dependent on strangers,Estranged from his own;Though ’tis under our breath,Amidst forfeits and perils,Here’s to honor and faith,And a health to King Charles!Let such…

The bows they bend, and the knives they whet,Hunters live so cheerily.It was a stag, a stag of ten,Bearing its branches sturdily;He came silently down the glen,Ever sing hardily, hardily.It was there he met with a wounded doe,She was bleeding deathfully;She warned him of the toils below,O so faithfully, faithfully!He had an eye, and he…

‘This is my own, my native land!’Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’dAs home his footsteps he hath turn’dFrom wandering on a foreign strand?If such there breathe, go, mark him well;For him no Minstrel raptures swell;High though his titles, proud his name,Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;Despite those titles, power, and pelf,The wretch, concentred…

With the power, to him given, by the saints of heaven,To wash men’s sins away.The Pope he was saying the blessed mass,And the people kneel’d around,And from each man’s soul his sins did pass,As he kiss’d the holy ground.And all, among the crowded throng,Was still, both limb and tongue,While, through vaulted roof and aisles aloof,The…

Respect the brethren of their birth;Nature, who loves the claim of kind,Less cruel chase to each assign’d.The falcon, poised on soaring wing,Watches the wild-duck by the spring;The slow-hound wakes the fox’s lair;The greyhound presses on the hare;The eagle pounces on the lamb;The wolf devours the fleecy dam:Even tiger fell, and sullen bear,Their likeness and their…

Full proudly may thy branches wave,Where loyalty lies low in death,And valour fills a timeless grave.And thou, brave tenant of the tomb!Repine not if our clime deny,Above thine honoured sod to bloom,The flowerets of a milder sky.These owe their birth to genial May;Beneath a fiercer sun they pine,Before the winter storm decay-And can their worth…

From his true maiden’s breastParted for ever?Where, through groves deep and highSounds the far billow,Where early violets dieUnder the willow.Eleu loroSoft shall be his pillow.There through the summer dayCool streams are laving:There, while the tempests sway,Scarce are boughs waving;There thy rest shalt thou take,Parted for ever,Never again to wakeNever, O never!Eleu loroNever, O never!Where shall…

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, andFrom mountain so rocky;The war-pipe and pennonAre at Inverlocky.Come every hill-plaid, andTrue heart that wears one,Come every steel blade, andStrong hand that bears one.Leave untended the herd,The flock without shelter;Leave the corpse uninterr’d,The bride…

When first thy mystic braid was wove,And first my Agnes whisper’d love.Since then how often hast thou prestThe torrid zone of this wild breast,Whose wrath and hate have sworn to dwellWith the first sin that peopled hell;A breast whose blood’s a troubled ocean,Each throb the earthquake’s wild commotion!O if such clime thou canst endureYet keep…

Was wont to gild Matilda’s bower,And rouse her with his matin rayHer duteous orisons to pay,That morning sun has three times seenThe flowers unfold on Rokeby green,But sees no more the slumbers flyFrom fair Matilda’s hazel eye;That morning sun has three times brokeOn Rokeby’s glades of elm and oak,But, rising from their sylvan screen,Marks no…