No motion has she now, no force; With rocks, and stones, and trees! W. Wordsworth CLXXXI LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound 6 And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry!' 'Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water?' 'O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men 'His horsemen hard behind us ride- Out spoke the hardy Highland wight 'And by my word! the bonny bird So though the waves are raging white By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind 'O haste thee, haste!' the lady cries, The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When, O! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her. And still they row'd amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover. Come back! come back!' he cried in grief 'Across this stormy water: And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! O my daughter! 'T was vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing : The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. CLXXXII T. Campbell JOCK O' HAZELDEAN 'WHY HY weep ye by the tide, ladie? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen But aye she loot the tears down fa' 'Now let this wilfu' grief be done, His sword in battle keen'- 'A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; Shall ride our forest-queen'- The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. Sir W. Scott H CLXXXIII FREEDOM AND LOVE WOW delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no untying! Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, Love he comes, and Love he tarries, Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden. Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Then bind Love to last for ever. Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel: Love's wing moults when caged and captured, Only free, he soars enraptured. Can you keep the bee from ranging In the knot there 's no untying. T. Campbell CLXXXIV LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY HE fountains mingle with the river THE And the rivers with the ocean, Nothing in the world is single, See the mountains kiss high heaven And the sunlight clasps the earth, |