Part 87 (1/2)

_The Lady of the Lake_.

Canto i. St. 18.

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A nymph, a naiad, or a grace, Of finer form or lovelier face.

A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.

Canto i. St. 21.

On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage.

Canto ii. St. 22.

Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.

Canto iv. St. 1.

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

Canto iv. St. 30.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Canto v. St. 10.

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.

And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

_The Lord of the Isles_.

Canto v. Stanza 18.

O many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark, the archer little meant!

And many a word at random spoken May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!