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...squadron in the at* tack of the Polish Lancers. And brand each vice with satire strong; Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the...sage. Farewell! and ne'er may Envy dare To wring one baneful poison drop From the crush'd laurels of thy bust: But while the lark sings sweet in air, Stilt...

...squadron itx the attack of the Pu!ith Lanceri. Farewell ! and ne'er may Envy dare To wring one baneful poison drop From the crush'd laurels of thy bust •...pilgrim stop To bless the spot that holds thy dust. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. OUR bugles sang truce — for the night-cloud hod lourU And the sentinel siars...

...alternately impart Wisdom and rapture in thy page, And brand each vice with satire strong : Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the...Farewell, and ne'er may envy dare To wring one baleful poison-drop From the crush'd laurels of thy bust ; Hut while the lark sings sweet in air, Still may...

...alternately impart Wisdom and rapture in thy page, And brand each vice with satire strong, Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the...stop, To bless the spot that holds thy dust. LINES WBITTEN ON VISITINQ A SCENE IN ABOTLESHIRK. AT the silence of twilight's contemplative hour, I have...

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...Hodge, of the 7th Hussars, who fell at the head of his squadron in the attack of the Polish Lancers. Farewell, and ne'er may Envy dare To wring one baleful...pilgrim stop, To bless the spot that holds thy dust. " The living poets of Scotland, and one of the most distinguished of their number, Mr. Campbell," was...

...Hodge, of the 7th Hussars, who fell at the head of his squadron in the attack of the Polish Lancers. Farewell, and ne'er may Envy dare To wring one baleful poison drop From tlie crush'd laurels of thy bust ; But while the lark sings sweet in air, Still may the grateful pilgrim...

...alternately impart Wisdom and rapture in thy page, And brand each vice with satire strong, Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage. Farewell ! and ne'er nmy Envy dare To wring one baleful poison drop From the crushed laurels of thy bust : But while the...