...the rifing of mufic from Lutha of the firings. — Lutha of many firings, not filent are thy fireamy rocks, when 'the white hands of Malvina move upon...the years that have rolled away. IT was in the days qf the king, * while yet my locks were young, that I marked Con-cathlin f> on high, from ocean's nightly...

...king, it is like the rifing of mufic from Lutha of the firings.— Lutha of many firings, not filent are thy ftreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp. — Light of the shadowy though's, that fly acrofs my foul, daughter of Tofcar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the fong...

...the king, it is like the rifing of mufic from Lutha of the firings. Lutha of many firings, not filent are thy ftreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina...back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away ! Ha" It It was in the days of the king, while yet my locks were young, that I marked Con-cathlin *,...

...his locks were young: though lovelinefs, with a robe of beams, clothed the daughter of 'many iiles. We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away! U A POEM. THE ARGUMENT. J.';r,|_;.!.: .lif; .ii.iJ.es 0(1: sn and Tofcar, to mife a Hone, on the bank*...

...like the rifing of imilic from Lutha i,g OINA-MORUL: of the ftrings. Lutha of many Brings, not filent are thy ftreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina...foul , daughter of Tofcar of helmets , wilt thou not heat thefong! We call back, maid ofLutha, the years th»t have rolled away! It was in the days of the...

...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp ! Light of the shadowy thoughts, that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song...

...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp ! Light of the shadowy thoughts, that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song...

...rising of mosic from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of msny strmgs, nnt silent are thy streamy rocks, v:hen the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp. Light of the shadowy thoughts, that fly across my sou!, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou nnt hear the s.ong...

...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp! Light of the shadowy thoughts, that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song?...

...Emancipation. MEMORY. " Often does the memory of former times come like the evening sun on my soul. " " We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away." Ossian, Blessed memory ! that double life ! Who would pass from the reach of its cheering influence...