Parthenope To Ulysses.

"I.     Wind of the North, I know your song         Out on the frozen plain,     But here in the city's streets you seem         Only a cry of"

"I.     With the light just quenched in their eyes     They lie in their graves 'neath the skies,     And the fresh clod rests     Heavy upon"

"The Sky Line.     Like black fangs in a cruel ogre's jaw         The grim piles lift against the sunset sky;     Down drops the night, and shu"

"It wouldn't be fair to Belshazzar         When speaking of madness and mirth,     To draw from his revel a moral         For conscienceless sin"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"