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Title: Ballads and lyrics
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Lodge, Henry C., (from old catalog) comp
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Publisher: Boston, Houghton, Mifflin & Co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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Waverley, the first of the great series of novels bear-ing that name, and which gave him -world-wide renown anda foremost place in English literature, and which have neverbeen surpassed. He wrote much and well on other subjectsalso, and was a man of great learning in our older literature.He had an almost superhuman power of production, and madevast sums by his novels. But the money thus gained waswasted, and a partnership with his publishers ended in finan-cial ruin. He finally extricated himself from his most press-ing difficulties, but never regained his wealth. He died in1832. No biographical paragraph can do justice to his vastand versatile genius, or even give any idea of it. In poetryand romance alike he achieved a success which it is given tofew men to attain in either. The lyrics in this collection aretaken from the longer poems, and from the novels throughwhich they were scattered with a lavish hand. They areamong the most beautiful in the whole range of English litera*ture.
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Farewell to North-maven Gray Hillswicke, farewell! See p. 102. SONG OF HAROLD HARFAGEK 103 There s a maid may look over These wild waves in vain,For the skiff of her lover — He comes not again! The vows thou hast broke, On the wild currents fling them;On the quicksand and rock Let the mermaidens sing them;New sweetness they 11 give her Bewildering strain;But there s one who will never Believe them again. O were there an island, Though ever so wild,Where woman could smile, and No man be beo-uiled —Too tempting a snare To poor mortals were given;And the hope would fix there, That should anchor in heaven. Sir Walter Scott. The Pirate, THE SONG OF HAROLD HARFAGER.i The sun is rising dimly red,The wind is wailing low and dread;From his cliff the eao^le sallies,Leaves the wolf his darksome valleys; - Harold Harfager or Harold Fair Hair, the most famous ofthe early kings of Norway, 885-894. T 104 BALLADS AXD LYRICS. In the mist the ravens hover,Peep the wild dogs from the cover,Screamin

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