...enchantment other than that of her eyes: ' • IB our isle's enchanted hall, HamU uiuieen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing." The poet conscious that Malcolm Grjeme had a priority of lien on the heart of his heroine, in his zeal...

...fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, ». Every...rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's...

...fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense...knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. i " No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon...

...more, " Days of danger, nights of waking. " ID our isle's enchanred hall, " Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, " Fairy strains of music fall, " Every...Dream of fighting fields no more ; " Sleep the sleep thut knows not breaking, " Morn of toil, nor night of waking. " No rude sound shall reach thine ear,...

...nights of waling. In nui iile'a enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy si rains of music fall. Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier,...not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rndc sound shall reach thine ear, «Armour's clang, nor war-steed champrôj, Trump nor pibroch summon...

...fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our ¡»le's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Suldicr, rest! thy warfare o'er, , Dreum of lighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not...

...rest : thy warfare o'er, Di-eam of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not hreaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pihroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's...

...no more', Days of danger', nights of waking'. In our isle's enchanted hall', Hands unseen' thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music' fall, Every...rude' sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang', or war'-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here', Yet the lark's' shrill fife may come At the day-break...

...hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewisg. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting...rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break...

...no more, J,f Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing ; Soldier, rest I thy warfare o'er, Dream of battl'd fields DO more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Horn...