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Chide Harold's Pilgrimage.
Stanza xviii. line 5. .- Pride of place" is a term of falconry, and means the highest pitch of Might.---see Macbeth, &c.
“ An Eagle towering in his pride of place
Such as Harmodius drew on Athen's tyrant lord.
Stanza Xx. line 9. See the famous song on Harmodius and Aristogiton.---The best English translation is in Bland's Anthology, by Mr. Denman.
“ With myrtle my sword will I wreathe," &c.
And all went merry as a marriage-bell.
Stanza xxi. line 8. On the night previous to the action, it is said that a ball was given at Brussels.
Stanza xxvi. line 9. Sir Evan Cameron, and his descendant Donald, the “gentle Lochiel" of the “forty-five."
. CI. All things are here of him ; from the black pines, Which are his shade on high, and the loud roar Of torrents, where he listeneth, to the vines Which slope his green path downward to the shore, Where the bow'd waters meet him, and adore, Kissing his feet with murmurs; and the wood, The covert of old trees, with trunks all hoar,
But light leaves, young as joy, stand where it stood, Offering to him, and his, a populous solitude,
A populous solitude of bees and birds,
The swiftest thought of beauty, here extend, Mingling, and made by Love, unto one mighty end.
CII. He who hath loved not, here would learn that lore; And make his heart a spirit; he who knows That tender mystery, will love the more, For this is Love's recess, where vain men's woes, And the world's waste, have driven him far from those, For 'tis his nature to advance or die; He stands not still, but or decays, or grows Into a boundless blessing, which may vie With the immortal lights, in its eternity!
And sense, and sight of sweetness; here the Rhone Hath spread himself a couch, the Alps have rear'd a throne.
Blew where it listed, laying all things prone,
All things are here of him ; fr
But light leaves, young as joya
The swiftest thoug!
ull flashes on the soul the light of ages,
to the last halo of the chiefs and sages, Tamtho glorify thy consecrated pages; s hou wert the throne and grave of empires; still,
the fount at which the panting mind assuages etter thirst of knowledge, quaffing there her fill, raws from the eternal source of Rome's imperial hill.
enew'd with no kind auspices :-to feel
proud caution, love, or hate, or aught,
st, or that of others, for a while.
the thirst of youth,—but I am not