chief!

risp, creak.

rochet, bishop's short surplice.

rood, cross (as in Holy-Rood).
room, piece of land.
rowan, mountain-ash.

ruth, pity, compassion.

sack, Sherry or Canary wine.
sackless, innocent.
saga, Scandinavian epic.
saltier, stirrup.

salvo-shot, salute of artillery.
saye, say, assertion.

scalds, Scandinavian minstrels. scapular, ecclesiastical scarf. scathe, harm, injury. scaur, cliff, precipice. scrae, bank of loose stones. Scrogg, shady wood.

sea-dog, seal.

selcouth, strange, uncouth.

selle, saddle.

seneschal, steward of castle.

sewer, officer who serves up a feast.

shalm, shawm, musical instrument. sheeling, shepherd's hut.

sheen, bright, shining.

shent, shamed.

shrieve, shrive, absolve.

shroud, garment, plaid.

sleights, tricks, stratagems. slogan, Highland battle-cry.

snood, maiden's hair-band or fillet.

soland, solan-goose, gannet. sooth, true, truth.

sped, despatched,' done for.' speer, speir, ask.

spell, make out, study out.

sperthe, a battle-axe.

springlet, small spring.

spule, shoulder.

spurn, kick.

stag of ten, one having ten branches on his ant

tide, time.

tint, lost.

tire, head-dress.

tottered, tattered, ragged. train, allure, entice.

tressure, border (heraldic). trews, Highland trousers. trine, astrological term. trow, believe, trust. tyke, dog.

tyne, to lose.

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A mirthful man he was the snows of age, 507.
A priest, ye cry, a priest !-lame shepherds
they, 496.

A tale of sorrow, for your eyes may weep, 508.
A thousand winters dark have flown, 462.
A weary lot is thine, fair maid, 253.

A weary month has wandered o'er, 420.
Admire not that I gained the prize, 485.
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, 472.

Ah mark the matron well- and laugh not,
Harry, 500.

Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day, 481.
Alas! alas! 456.

All is prepared - the chambers of the mine, 508,
All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,

401.

All your ancient customs, 499.

Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning, 254.
Amid these aisles where once his precepts
showed, 405.

An hour with thee! When earliest day, 480.
And art thou cold and lowly laid, 205.
And be he safe restored ere evening set, 494.
And did ye not hear of a mirth befell, 413.
And Need and Misery, Vice and Danger, bind,
494.

And ne'er but once, my son, he says, 23.

And some for safety took the dreadful leap, 503.
And what though winter will pinch severe, 430.
And when Love's torch has set the heart in
flame, 497.

And whither would you lead me then, 270.
And you shall deal the funeral dole, 464.
Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun, 452.
Approach the chamber, look upon his bed, 495.
Arouse thee, youth!—it is no common call,
493.

Arouse the tiger of Hyrcanian deserts, 495.
As lords their laborers' hire delay, 474.

As the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound,
436.

As, to the Autumn breeze's bugle-sound, 494.
Ask thy heart, whose secret cell, 457.

Assist me, ye friends of Old Books and Old
Wine, 471.

At school I knew him a sharp-witted youth,

497.

Autumn departs - but still its mantle's fold,

313.

Ave Maria! maiden mild! 180.

Away! our journey lies through dell and dingle,

495.

Ay! and I taught thee the word and the speli,
455.

Ay, Pedro, come you here with mask and lan-
tern, 498.

Ay, sir - our ancient crown, in these wild times,

498.

Ay, sir, the clouted shoe hath ofttimes craft
in 't, 500.

Ay, this is he who wears the wreath of bays,
507.

Beggar! the only freemen of your Common-
wealth, 492.

'Behold the Tiber!' the vain Roman cried, 506.
Between the foaming jaws of the white torrent,
507.

Bid not thy fortune troll upon the wheels, 500.
Birds of omen dark and foul, 448.

Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give
an ear, 19.

Bring the bowl which you boast, 480.
But follow, follow me, 418.

By pathless march, by greenwood tree, 480.
By this good light, a wench of matchless metal,
501.

By ties mysterious linked, our fated race, 457.

Canny moment, lucky fit, 424.
Can she not speak, 502.

Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald, 441.
Champion, famed for warlike toil, 465.
Chance will not do the work, 501.

Ch'm-maid! - The Genman in the front parlor,
504.

Come forth, old man - thy daughter's side, 505.
Come hither, young one - Mark me! Thou art
now, 501.

Come, let me have thy counsel, for I need it, 504.
Come, Lucy, while 't is morning hour, 287.
Complain not on me, child of clay, 457.
Contentions fierce, 503.

Credit me, friend, it hath beer ever thus, 501.
Cry the wild war-note, let the champions pass
508.

Cursed be the gold and silver which persuade
506.

Daring youth! for thee it is well, 456.
Dark Ahriman, whom Irak still, 477.
Dark are thy words and severe, 462.

Dark on their journey loured the gloomy day,
494.

Dark shall be light, 425.

Dear John,

his, 475.

I some time ago wrote to inform

Death distant?—No, alas! he's ever with us,
498.

Death finds us mid our play-things-snatches
us, 501.

Deeds are done on earth, 506.

Dim burns the once bright star of Avenel, 457.
Dinas Emlinn, lament; for the moment is nigh,
399.

Dire was his thought who first in poison steeped,
493.

Donald Caird's come again, 440.

Dust unto dust, 453.

Dwellers of the mountain, rise, 461.

Emblem of England's ancient faith, 417.
Enchantress, farewell, who so oft has decoyed
me, 467.

Fair Brussels, thou art far behind, 363.
Fair is the damsel, passing fair, 506.
Far as the eye could reach no tree was seen, 494
Far in the bosom of the deep, 410.
Fare thee well, thou Holly green! 458.
Farewell! farewell! the voice you hear, 464.
Farewell, merry maidens, to song and to laugh,
463.

Farewell to Mackenneth, great Earl of the
North, 419.

Farewell to Northmaven, 460.

Farewell to the land where the clouds love to
rest, 494.

Fathoms deep beneath the wave, 461.
Fearest thou to go with me? 456.

For all our men were very very merry, 473.
For leagues along the watery way, 461.
Forget thee! No! my worthy fere! 481.
Fortune, my Foe, why dost thou frown on me?

488.

Fortune, you say,

493.

flies from us-She but circles,

Frederick leaves the land of France 25.
From heavy dreams fair Helen rose, 1.
From the brown crest of Newark its summons
extending, 424.

From thy Pomeraniar. throne, 380.

Gentle sir, You are our captive, 504.

Give me a morsel on the greensward rather, 497.
Give us good voyage, gentle stream - we stun
not, 501.
Give way-

give way I must and will have

justice, 501.
Glowing with love, on fire for fame, 423.
God protect brave Alexander, 428.

Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee,
441.

Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you
ride, 454.

Go sit old Cheviot's crest below, 25.

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
168.

Hail to thy cold and clouded beam, 239.
Happy thou art! then happy be, 494.
Hark the bells summon and the bugle calls,
498.

Hark to the insult loud, the bitter sneer, 500.
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow
dark, 208.

Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast
hung, 156.

Hawk and osprey screamed for joy, 382.
He came amongst them like a new-raised spirit,
503.

He came - but valor had so fired his eye, 429.
He is gone on the mountain, 177.

He strikes no coin, 't is true, but coins new
phrases, 496.

He was a fellow in a peasant's garb, 502.
He was a man Versed in the world as pilot in
his compass, 498.

He was a son of Egypt, as he told me, 503.
He, whose heart for vengeance sued, 458.
Health to the chieftain from his clansman true!
411.

Hear what Highland Nora said, 427.

Heaven knows its time; the bullet has its billet,
508.

Heir lyeth John o' ye Girnell, 429.
Henry and King Pedro clasping, 487.

Here come we to our close-for that which fol
lows, 504.

Here has been such a stormy encounter, 492.
Here is a father now, 494.

Here lies the volume thou hast boldly sought,
456.

Here lyes ane saint to prelates surly, 431.
Here's a weapon now, 507.

Here stand I tight and trim, 503.

Here stands the victim - there the proud be-
trayer, 499.

Here we have one head, 506.

Here, youth, thy foot unbrace, 507.

Hie away, hie away, 414.

High deeds achieved of knightly fame, 449.

I'll give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or
twain, 450.

I'll walk on tiptoe; arm my eye with caution,
496.

I'm Madge of the country, I'm Madge of the
town, 441.

I see thee yet, fair France - thou favored land,

503.

I strive like to the vessel in the tide-way, 499.
I was a wild and wayward boy, 267.
I was one, 506.

If you fail honor here, 492.

Ill fares the bark with tackle riven, 383.

In awful ruins Etna thunders nigh, 491.

In Madoc's tent the clarion sounds, 504.

In some breasts passion lies concealed and silent,
498.

In the bonny cells of Bedlam, 441.

In the wide pile, by others heeded not, 493.
In the wild storm The seaman hews his mast
down, 497.

In yon lone vale his early youth was bred, 495.
Indifferent, but indifferent - pshaw he doth
it not, 496.

Is this thy castle, Baldwin? Melancholy, 495.
It chanced that Cupid on a season, 423.

It comes it wrings me in my parting hour, 504.
It is and is not 't is the thing I sought for,

Let those go see who will - I like it not, 493.
Life ebbs from such old age, unmarked and si-
lent, 493.

Life hath its May, and all is mirthful then, 497.
Life, with you, Glows in the brain and dances
in the arteries, 492.

Lives there a strain whose sounds of mounting
fire, 210.

Look not thou on beauty's charming, 448.

Look on my girdle- -on this thread of gold, 457.
Look round thee, young Astolpho: Here's the
place, 493.

Lord William was born in gilded bower, 377.
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
491.

Love wakes and weeps, 464.

Lo! where he lies embalmed in gore, 506.

Macleod's wizard flag from the gray castle sal-
lies, 439.

Maiden whose sorrows wail the Living Dead,
458.

Many a fathom dark and deep, 456.
Many great ones Would part with half their
states, 492.

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, 453.
Marry, come up, sir, with your gentle blood,
502.

Measurers of good and evil, 483.

Menseful maiden ne'er should rise, 465.

Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright, 453.
Merry it is in the good greenwood, 184.

Mid these wild scenes Enchantment waves her
hand, 505.

Mortal

warp

and mortal woof, 456.
Mother darksome, Mother dread, 462.

Must we then sheath our still victorious sword,
505.

My hawk is tired of perch and hood, 206.
My hounds may a' rin masterless, 493.

My tongue pads slowly under this new language,
506.

My wayward fate I needs must plain, 404.

Nay, dally not with time, the wise man's trea-
sure, 496.

Nay, hear me, brother-I am elder, wiser, 497.
Nay, let me have the friends who eat my vict-
uals, 496.

Nearest of blood should still be next in love,
504.

Necessity-thou best of peace-makers, 502.
Night and morning were at meeting, 421.
No human quality is so well wove, 303.

No, sir, I will not pledge-I'm one of those,
502.

Norman saw on English oak, 450.

Not faster yonder rowers' might, 164.

Not serve two masters? - Here's a youth will
try it, 498.

Not the wild billow, when it breaks its barrier,
497.

November's hail-cloud drifts away, 449.
November's sky is chill and drear, 88.
Now, all ye ladies of fair Scotland, 504.
Now bid the steeple rock-she comes, she
comes, 498.

Now, by Our Lady, Sheriff, 't is hard reckoning,

496.

Now choose thee, gallant, betwixt wealth and
honor, 496.

Now fare thee well, my master, if true service,
498.

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and let the sails,

Now God be good to me in this wild pilgrimage,
498.
Now, hoist the anchor, mates
502.
Now let us sit in conclave. That these weeds,
496.

Now on my faith this gear is all entangled, 497.
Now Scot and English are agreed, 500.

O ay the Monks, the Monks, they did the
mischief! 495.

O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, 250.
O, dread was the time, and more dreadful the
omen, 409.

O for a draught of power to steep, 506.
O for a glance of that gay Muse's eye, 431.