And, stretched beneath the inclement skies, Whilst the warm blood bedews my veins, Tobias George Smollett. DEIRDRE'S FAREWELL TO ALBA. DEIRDRE, wife of Naise, the son of Usna, returning with her husband to Emania in Erin, laments for Alba (Scotland) her adopted country. A LAS! and alas, my sorrow! The pain that hath no relief, The last of thy smiles hath shone On us, for Fate's wind is blowing, And the wave of our doom speeds on, And a blight from the westward cometh, and the bloom of our life is gone! O land of the morn-bright mountains And rivers of waters sweet; Of the lakes in their splendor shining, With the pine-woods whispering o'er, Ah! naught but my lord, my lover, could lure me from thy green shore! Sweet is it in Daro's valley To list to the falling rill, To the breeze in the woodland alley To the cuckoo's voice and the cooing And the throstle's song in the thicket, and the lark's from the morning sky! Under the summer arbor By the fresh sea-breezes fanned, Where the waters of Drayno's harbor Sing over silver sand, Happy from morn till even We've watched the seabirds play, And the ocean meeting the heaven In the distance far away, And the gleam of the white-sailed galleys, and the flash of the sunlit spray! In Masan the green, the blooming, Many its flowers perfuming, And studding like gems the grass: There the Foxglove purpled the hollow, And the Iris flaunted its gold, And the flower that waits for the swallow, Its dainty bloom to unfold, With the Hyacinth blue and the Primrose, laught in the breezy wold. In Eta of sunny weather 'Neath our happy home-porch hid, We feasted till eve was over, And the moon with her silver gleam Soared o'er the dusky pine-woods out from the realm of dream. O land of the East! O Giver Of freedom from sore distress! And peace unto mine and me, When I see thy shores fade from us, I sigh in my misery, And send my voice o'er the waters crying farewell to thee! From the Gaelic. Tr. Anon. SCOTLAND. Abbotsford. A FAREWELL TO ABBOTSFORD. THESE lines were given to Sir Walter Scott at the gate of Abbotsford, in the summer of 1829. He was then apparently in the vigor of an existence whose energies promised long continuance; and the glance of his quick, smiling eye, and the very sound of his kindly voice, seemed to kindle the gladness of his own sunny and benignant spirit in all who had the happiness of approaching him. [OME of the gifted! fare thee well, HOME And a blessing on thee rest! While stream to stream around thee calls, And braes with broom are dressed, While the high voice from thee sent forth Wakening the spirits of the North, Like a chieftain's gathering cry; While its deep master-tones hold sway Joy to the hearth and board and bower! And hearts of proof, and hands of power, While one proud pulse in the land can thrill, A blessing on thee rest! Felicia Hemans. ABBOTSFORD. [OT only for the Bard of highest worth, But best of men, Do I invoke ye, Powers of Heaven and Earth! Shall we again behold his counterpart, So good and great, benevolent as wise, How meekly hath he borne his faculties! A model to the irritable race, Of generous kindness, courtesy, and grace! Horace Smith. |