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KNOWLES.

POLLOK.
Robin and Anna . 58 The Bible; Star of Eternity 272

Friendsbip. . . . . 290
LANDON (Miss)

The Death of the Young
The Soldier's Grave . 44

Mother . . . . . 291
The Grasp of the Dead. 178

The Song of Heaven - 310
LANGHORNE.

PoPE.
The Drowning Fly. 35

The Man of Ross . . . 54
The Visions of Fancy : 152

The City and Country

Mouse . . . . . . 206
The Hare and the Tortoise 5 On Versification . . 222
MALLET.

Pope's HOMER'S ILIAD.
Edwin and Emma . 120

The Parting of Hector and
William and Margaret. 248

Andromache . . . . 169
Mason.

ROGERS.
Ode to Truth . . . 187 Early Impressions . . . 77
MERRICK.

Home . . . . . . 88
The Chameleon . ...

Pleasures of Memory . . 92
The Sailor .

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Milton.

Ginevra . . . . . . 278
Satan's Address to the Sun 254

Scott, Sir Walter
MONTGOMERY.

The Last Minstrel
A Mother's Love . ..

Patriotism . . .
A Field Flower

Lochinvar . . . . .
Night . . . . . .

The Death of Marmion .
The Crucifixion .. .

Landing of the British
Friends . . . . ,

100
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Army in the Peninsula. 238
The Love of Country and
of Home .

SHAKSPEARE.
. . . 113

Richmond encouraging his
Voyage of the First Mis.

123

Soldiers . . .
sionaries to Greenland

. 216

Henry IV.'s Soliloquy on
Death of Adam . . . . 130

Sleep . . . . .
The Lyre . . .

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. . 136

231

Othello's Apology. . .
To Britain . . .

251
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Friendship, Love, and Truth 224 Marcellus's Speech to the
The Dial .

Mob . .
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. . . . 259
. . . .

263

Cassius against Cæsar
The Stranger & his Friend

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Cardinal Wolsey on his Fall 275
Religion . . . . . . 277

Antony's Oration over Cæ-
MORE, Mrs. H.

sar's Body . . . . 284
The Plum Cakes . . .

Hamlet's Soliloquy on
The Bundle of Sticks. : 39 Death . . . . . , 295
MOULTRIE.

SMITH, Horace.
My Brother's Grave. 301 The Farmer and the Coun.

sellor . . . . . 252
OGILVIE.

Address to an Egyptian
Dissolution of Nature . 165

Mummy. ... 267
Piozzi, MRS.

OLLETT.
The Three Warnings , . 50 Ode to Independence . . 158

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SOUTHEY.

White, H. K.
Lord William . . . . 22 The Star of Bethlehem . 30
Mary, the Maid of the Inn

Solitude (The Complaint) 79
The Battle of Blenheim

The Power of God. ... 230
Apology for the Pig . . 210 Power and Omnipresence of

God . . . . . . 230
SPENCER,

WHITEHEAD.
Gelert ...... 32

The Youth and the Philo.

sopher . . . .
TAYLOR, Miss J.
The Philosopher's Scales · 225

WILKIE.

The Boy and the Rainbow 30
THOMSON.

WILLIS.
Celadon and Amelia

The Boy ...: 235

WILSON.
TICKELL.

A Ship Sinking . .. 180
Colin and Lucy

WOLFE.
WALCOT.

The Burial of Sir J. Moore 17
The Fly and the Spider. 82 | WORDSWORTH.
William Penn, Nathan, and

We are Seven .... 7
the Bailiff . . . . . YOUNG.
The Gipsy . . . . .

On the Importance of Time

to Man . . . . 240
WATTS.

Procrastination . . . . 261
False Greatness . . . 91

On the Wonders of Re-
Earth and Heaven, .185 | demption . . . . . 306

THE POETIC RECITER.

THE LAST MINSTREL.

The way was long, the wind was cold,
The Minstrel was infirm and old ;
His withered cheek, and tresses gray,
Seemed to have known a better day;
The harp, his sole remaining joy,
Was carried by an orphan boy.
The last of all the bards was he,
Who sung of Border chivalry.
For, well-a-day! their date was fled,
His tuneful brethren all were dead;
And he, neglected and oppressed,
Wished to be with them, and at rest.
No more, on prancing palfrey borne,
He carolled, light as lark at morn;
No longer courted and caressed,
High placed in hall, a welcome guest,
He poured, to lord and lady gay,
The unpremeditated lay :
Old times were changed, old manners gone;
A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne;
The bigots of the iron time
Had called his harmless art a crime.
A wandering harper, scorned and poor,
He begged his bread from door to door;
And tuned, to please a peasant's ear,
The harp, a king had loved to hear.

He passed where Newark's stately tower
Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower :
The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye-
No humbler resting-place was nigh.
With hesitating step, at last,
The embattled portal-arch he passed,

Whose ponderous grate and massy bar,
Had oft rolled back the tide of war,
But never closed the iron door,
Against the desolate and poor,
The Duchess marked his weary pace,
His timid mien, and reverend face,
And bade her page the menials tell,
That they should tend the old man well :
For she had known adversity,
Though born in such a high degree;
In pride of power, in beauty's bloom,
Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb!

When kindness had his wants supplied,
And the old man was gratified,
Began to rise his minstrel pride:
And he began to talk anon,
Of good Earl Francis, dead and gone,
And of Earl Walter, rest him God!
A braver ne'er to battle rode;
And how full many a tale he knew,
Of the old warriors of Buccleuch;
And, would the noble Duchess deign
To listen to an old man's strain,
Though stiff in hand, his voice though weak,
He thought even yet, the sooth to speak,
That, if she loved the harp to hear,
He could make music to her ear.

The humble boon was soon obtained ;
The aged Minstrel audience gained.
But, when he reached the room of state,
Where she with all her ladies sate,
Perchance he wished his boon denied :
For, when to tune his harp he tried,
His trembling hand had lost the ease,
Which marks security to please ;
And seenes, long past, of joy and pain,
Came wildering o'er his aged brain,-
He tried to tune his harp in vain.

The pitying Duchess praised its chime,
And gave him heart, and gave him time,
Till every string's according glee
Was blended into harmony.
And then, he said, he would full fain
He could recal an ancient strain,
He never thought to sing again.
It was not framed for village churls,
But for high dames and mighty earls ;
He had played it to King Charles the Good,
When he kept court in Holyrood ;
And much he wished, yet feared, to try
The long-forgotten melody.
Amid the strings his fingers strayed,
And an uncertain warbling made,
And oft he shook his hoary head.
But when he caught the measure wild,
The old man raised his face, and smiled;
And lightened up his faded eye,
With all a poet's ecstacy!
In varying cadence, soft or strong,
He swept the sounding chords along :
The present scene, the future lot,
His toils, his wants, were all forgot;
Cold diffidence, and age's frost,
In the full tide of song were lost;
Each blank in faithless memory void,
The poet's glowing thought supplied ;
And, while his harp responsive rung,
'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.

PATRIOTISM.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land !
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,

From wandering on a foreign strand !

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