THE SCHOLAR

MY days among the Dead are past;

Around me I behold,

Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old :
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.

My thoughts are with the Dead; with them
I live in long-past years,

Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
Partake their hopes and fears,

And from their lessons seek and find
Instruction with an humble mind.

My hopes are with the Dead; anon
My place with them will be,
And I with them shall travel on

Through all futurity;

Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.

SOUTHEY

THE

HE clouds have left the sky, The wind hath left the sea, The half-moon up on high Shrinketh her face of dree.

She lightens on the comb

Of leaden waves, that roar And thrust their hurried foam Up on the dusky shore.

Behind the western bars

The shrouded day retreats,

And unperceived the stars
Steel to their sovran seats.

And whiter grows the foam,

The small moon lightens more ;

And as I turn me home,

My shadow walks before.

ROBERT BRIDGES

AWEE bird came to our ha' door,

He warbled sweet and clearly,

And aye the o'ercome o' his sang

Was "Wae's me for Prince Charlie!' Oh! when I heard the bonny, bonny bird, The tears came drapping rarely,

I took my bonnet aff my head,

For weel I lo'ed Prince Charlie.

Quo' I, "My bird, my bonny bonny bird,
Is that a tale ye borrow?

Or is't some words ye've learnt by rote,
Or a lilt o' dool and sorrow?"
"Oh! no, no, no!" the wee bird sang,
"I've flown since morning early;
But sic a day o' wind and rain !-

Oh! wae's me for Prince Charlie!

"On hills that are by right his ain,
He roams a lonely stranger;
On ilka hand he's pressed by want,
On ilka side by danger.

Yestreen I met him in a glen,

My heart near bursted fairly,
For sadly changed indeed was he.-
Oh! wae's me for Prince Charlie!

"Dark night came on, the tempest howled Out-owre the hills and valleys;

And whare was't that your Prince lay down, Whose hame should been a palace?

He row'd him in a Hieland plaid,

Which covered him but sparely,

And slept beneath a bush o' broom.

Oh! wae's me for Prince Charlie!"

But now the bird saw some redcoats, And he shook his wings wi' anger : "O this is no a land for me,

I'll tarry here nae langer ". Awhile he hovered on the wing, Ere he departed fairly,

But weel I mind his farewell strain;

'Twas "Wae's me for Prince Charlie!"

23

Jacobite Ballad

WESTMINSTER BRIDGE

EARTH has not anything to show more fair;

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty :

This city now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

WORDSWORTH