The Legends of the Rhine. BEETLING walls with ivy grown, Robber haunt and maiden bower, Home of Love and Crime and Power, That's the scenery, in fine, Of the Legends of the Rhine. One bold baron, double-dyed And, as most the stories run, Wringing of her lily hands; Valour fresh from Paynim lands, Minstrel fraught with many a tale,— Are the actors that combine In the Legends of the Rhine. Bell-mouthed flagons round a board; That Virtue always meets reward, Of the Legends of the Rhine. Songs without Sense, FOR THE PARLOUR AND PIANO. 1. THE PERSONIFIED SENTIMENTAL. AFFECTION'S charm no longer gilds Though Friendship's offering buried lies 'Neath cold Aversions snow, Regard and Faith will ever bloom Perpetually below. I see thee whirl in marble halls, Nor Sorrow's mark of pain. And Ruin wildly sheds its gleam II. THE HOMELY PATHETIC. The dews are heavy on my brow; My breath comes hard and low; Oh! lift me ere my spirit sinks, And ere my senses fail: VOL. I. Place me once more, O mother dear! The old fence-rail, the old fence-rail ! I know where lies the hazel dell, |