By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind, 66 "O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, The boat has left a stormy land, And still they row'd amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, For sore dismay'd through storm and shade, 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! oh my daughter." 'Twas 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. 10 II. THE TURKISH LADY, 'Twas the hour when rites unholy Call'd each Paynim voice to prayer, And the star that faded slowly Left to dews the freshen'd air. Day her sultry fires had wasted, Then 'twas from an Emir's palace "Tell me, captive, why in anguish " "Twas on Transylvania's Bannat "In that day of desolation, Lady, I was captive made; Bleeding for my Christian nation "By the walls of high Belgrade." Captive, could the brightest jewel "From my turban set thee free?""Lady, no! the gift were cruel, 66 Ransom'd, yet if reft of thee. Say, fair princess! would it grieve thee Now in heaven's blue expansion Rose the midnight star to view, When, to quit her father's mansion, Thrice she wept, and bade adieu! « Fly we then, while none discover! "Tyrant barks in vain ye ride!" Soon at Rhodes the British lover Clasp'd his blooming Eastern bride. The two preceding Ballads are from the pen of the accomplished author of The Pleasures of Hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, &c. &c. and bear, the first especially, all the characteristics of his powerful genius. The single stanza, By this the storm grew loud apace, is worth a volume of the singsong stuff that is frequently obtruded upon the world, and praised too, as exquisite Ballad poetry. Mr. Campbel! and his works I consider to be indeed, far beyond any praise of mine; but I tannot suppress an expression of regret, in common with the rest of my countrymen, that, possessing, as he does, so completely the public atten tion, he so seldom makes use of his privilege. Why are his delightful effusions, so happily calculated to warm the heart, refine the feelings, and sublime the understanding, "Like angel visits few and far between ?" while the ravings of that world where truth, mercy, and hope are alike unknown, embodied in Giours, Manfreds, Beppos, and Don Juans, are day by day bubbling the multitude out of their principles and their understandings at the same time? Pope, with that laconic sarcasm that was peculiar to his character, described the people as a manyheaded beast, and abundance of facts might be adduced to prove that this venerable personage (it would be very rude, in these days of liberality, to say beast,) is not very descerning in his taste; but were it not for the scantiness of such golden fruitage as Gertrude, O'Connor's Child, &c. it is altogether incredible that he would deign to feed upon such garbage, that can be compared to nothing superior to leeks, garlic, and "shotten herring." DUNBAR'S DREGY; Made to King James V. being in Stirvling. WE that ar heir in Heavens Glory, In Edinbrugh with all Mirryness, O ze Hermits and Hankersaidlis, The *** LECTIO I. The mirthfull Mary, Virgin chast, Responsio, tu autem Domine. |