"A TALE OF THE TIMES OF OLD, PRINTED FOR T. HOOKHAM, JUNR. AND E. T. HOOKHAM, OLD BOND STREET. 1812. 249.5.311. The Castles of Wolfnorth and Mont Eagle. Chap. 1. "Return'st thou safe from the war? where are thy friends, my love? I heard of thy death on the hill; I heard, and mourn'd thee, Shilric!" "Yes, my fair, I return; - but why art thou on the desert hill? Why on the heath alone?—" "Alone I am, oh Shilric! alone in the winter house.. With grief for thee I fell.-Shilric, I am pale in the tomb." She fleets, she sails away-as mist before the wind! "And wilt thou not stay, Vinvila? stay, and behold my tears! appearest, Vinvila, fair wert thou when alive!—" 6 Fair thou Ossian. SCENES of my early youth! dear paths 'well known, and ne'er forgotten!-wel· come to these eyes !-Yon tower now faintly illumined by the rays of the de'parting sun; yon green hill topped by the forest's pride; how the renewal of thy views recall the pleasant days of my 'youth!-' Fitz Alwy arrested his steed; he gazed for an instant on those interesting objects, VOL. I. B but |