Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride,
With your mule so fair, and your mantle so wide;
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O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
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He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
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Twist ye, twine ye! even so,
Mingle shades of joy and woe,
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On fair Loch-Ranza stream'd the early day,
Thin wreaths of cottage-smoke are upward curl'd
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Stranger! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced
The northern realms of ancient Caledon,
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Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head
Sudden and deep the thunder-peal has roll'd,
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The hunting tribes of air and earth
Respect the brethren of their birth;
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The summer sun, whose early power
Was wont to gild Matilda's bower,
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The sultry summer day is done,
The western hills have hid the sun,
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O who, that shared them, ever shall forget
The emotions of the spirit-rousing time,
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Call it not vain;—they do not err,
Who say, that when the Poet dies,
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Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide
The glaring bale-fires blaze no more;
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And said I that my limbs were old,
And said I that my blood was cold,
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Far in the chambers of the west,
The gale had sigh'd itself to rest;
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Introduction.
The way was long, the wind was cold,
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Autumn departs -- but still his mantle's fold
Rests on the groves of noble Somerville,
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Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair!
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From Appendix I of 1st Edition.
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
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Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
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An ancient minstrel sagely said,
"Where is the life which late we led?"
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When Denmark's raven soar'd on high,
Triumphant through Northumbrian sky,
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When dark December glooms the day,
And takes our autumn joys away;
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Like April morning clouds, that pass,
With varying shadow, o'er the grass,
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Eustace, I said, did blithely mark
The first notes of the merry lark.
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The livelong day Lord Marmion rode:
The mountain path the Palmer showed,
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The scenes are desert now, and bare,
Where flourished once a forest fair
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Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
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If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight;
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The train has left the hills of Braid;
The barrier guard have open made
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