Poetry
... : @oPtrMP NXELROSE ABBEY.-BY THE LATE REV. JOHN MARRIOT. THE Moon, o'er Eildon's eastern height, Serene in cloudless azure rollid; Nlot pale and silvery was her light, But glowing rich like burnish'd geld. With pausing step the hallow'd ground Of fair He rose I wanderld o'er; Stirr'd not the slightest breeze, nor sound Was heard, save Tweed's incessant roar. Through shatter'd arch and creviced ...