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And now the grampus, half-descried,

Black and huge above the tide ;

The cliffs and promontories there,
Front to front, and broad and bare;
Each beyond each, with giant-feet
Advancing as in haste to meet;

The shattered fortress, whence the Dane

Blew his shrill blast, nor rushed in vain,

Tyrant of the drear domain ;

All into midnight-shadow sweep

When day springs upward from the deep! *

Kindling the waters in its flight,

The prow wakes splendour; and the oar,

That rose and fell unseen before,

Flashes in a sea of light!

Glad sign, and sure! for now we hail

Thy flowers, Glenfinnart, in the gale;

And bright indeed the path should be,
That leads to Friendship and to Thee!

* A phenomenon described by many navigators.

Oh blest retreat, and sacred too!

Sacred as when the bell of prayer

Tolled duly on the desert air,

And crosses decked thy summits blue.
Oft, like some loved romantic tale,

Oft shall my weary mind recall,
Amid the hum and stir of men,

Thy beechen grove and waterfall,
Thy ferry with its gliding sail,

And Her-the Lady of the Glen!

A FAREWELL.

ONCE more, enchanting maid, adieu !
I must be gone while yet I may.
Oft shall I weep to think of you;
But here I will not, cannot stay.

The sweet expression of that face,
For ever changing, yet the same,
Ah no, I dare not turn to trace.
It melts my soul, it fires my frame !

Yet give me, give me, ere I go,

One little lock of those so blest,
That lend your cheek a warmer glow,
And on your white neck love to rest.

-Say, when to kindle soft delight,

That hand has chanced with mine to meet,

How could its thrilling touch excite

A sigh so short, and yet so sweet?

O say-but no, it must not be.
Adieu! A long, a long adieu!
-Yet still, methinks, you frown on me ;
Or never could I fly from you.

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INSCRIPTION FOR A TEMPLE

DEDICATED TO

THE GRACES.*

APPROACH with reverence. There are those within,

Whose dwelling-place is Heaven. Daughters of Jove, From them flow all the decencies of Life ;

Without them nothing pleases, Virtue's self

Admired not loved: and those on whom They smile, Great though they be, and beautiful, and wise,

Shine forth with double lustre.

* At Woburn-Abbey.

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