The Vision of Don Roderick / Sir Walter Scott

I.

  Lives there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire

    May rise distinguished o'er the din of war;

  Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre

    Who sung beleaguered Ilion's evil star?

  Such, WELLINGTON, might reach thee from afar,

    Wafting its descant wide o'er Ocean's range;

  Nor shouts, nor clashing arms, its mood could mar,

    All, as it swelled 'twixt each loud trumpet-change,

That clangs to Britain victory, to Portugal revenge!

The Troubadour / Sir Walter Scott

Glowing with love, on fire for fame

  A Troubadour that hated sorrow

Beneath his lady's window came,

  And thus he sung his last good-morrow:

"My arm it is my country's right,

  My heart is in my true-love's bower;

Gaily for love and fame to fight

  Befits the gallant Troubadour."

The Field of Waterloo / Sir Walter Scott

I.

Fair Brussels, thou art far behind,

Though, lingering on the morning wind,

  We yet may hear the hour

Pealed over orchard and canal,

With voice prolonged and measured fall,

  From proud St. Michael's tower;

The Dance of Death / Sir Walter Scott

I.

Night and morning were at meeting

  Over Waterloo;

Cocks had sung their earliest greeting;

  Faint and low they crew,

For no paly beam yet shone

On the heights of Mount Saint John;

Tempest-clouds prolonged the sway

Of timeless darkness over day;

Whirlwind, thunder-clap, and shower

Marked it a predestined hour.

Romance of Dunois / Sir Walter Scott

It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine,

But first he made his orisons before Saint Mary's shrine:

"And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven," was still the Soldier's

prayer;

That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair."

Pibroch of Dunald Dhu / Sir Walter Scott

Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil;

Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil;

Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil;

Piob agus bratach air faiche Inverlochi.

The pipe-summons of Donald the Black,

The pipe-summons of Donald the Black,

The war-pipe and the pennon are on the gathering-place

at Inverlochy.]

     Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,

       Pibroch of Donuil,

     Wake thy wild voice anew,

       Summon Clan Conuil.

My Aunt Margaret's Mirror / Sir Walter Scott

INTRODUCTION.

The species of publication which has come to be generally known by the title of ANNUAL, being a miscellany of prose and verse, equipped with numerous engravings, and put forth every year about Christmas, had flourished for a long while in Germany before it was imitated in this country by an enterprising bookseller, a German by birth, Mr. Ackermann. The rapid success of his work, as is the custom of the time, gave birth to a host of rivals, and, among others, to an Annual styled The Keepsake, the first volume of which appeared in 1828, and attracted much notice, chiefly in consequence of the very uncommon splendour of its illustrative accompaniments. The expenditure which the spirited proprietors lavished on this magnificent volume is understood to have been not less than from ten to twelve thousand pounds sterling!

The Tapestried Chamber ( THE TAPESTRIED CHAMBER OR THE LADY IN THE SACQUE) / Sir Walter Scott

The following narrative is given from the pen, so far as memory

permits, in the same character in which it was presented to the

author's ear; nor has he claim to further praise, or to be more

deeply censured, than in proportion to the good or bad judgment

which he has employed in selecting his materials, as he has

studiously avoided any attempt at ornament which might interfere

with the simplicity of the tale.