...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 (hadowy thoughts, that fly acrbfs my foul, daughter of Tofcar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the fong...

...like the rifingof mufic from Lutha of the firings. Lutha of many firings, not fiient are thy ftreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the...the years that have rolled away ! IT was in the days of the king, while yet my locks were young, that I marked Con-cathlin*, on high, from ocean's nightly...

...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...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 *,...

...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...Tofcar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the fong ! We callback, .maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away !' It was in the days of the king, •while...

...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*...

...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 move upon the...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...

...lilent are thy itreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp ! Light of the fliadowy thoughts, that fly acrofs my foul , daughter of Tofcar of helmets, wilt thou not hear thefong! We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away ! It was in the days of the king...

...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...