Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers,: And Other Poems,William Blackwood and Sons, 1886 - Počet stran: 280 |
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Strana 7 - tis ringing down the street : — • And the archways and the pavement Bear the clang of hurrying feet. News of battle! who hath brought it? News of triumph? Who should bring Tidings from our noble army, Greetings from our gallant King? All last night we watched the beacons Blazing on the hills afar, Each one bearing, as it kindled, Message of the opened war. All night long the northern streamers Shot across the trembling sky : Fearful lights that never beckon Save when kings or heroes die. News...
Strana 29 - Assynt's name — Be it upon the mountain's side, Or yet within the glen, Stand he in martial gear alone, Or backed by armed men — Face him, as thou wouldst face the man Who wronged thy sire's renown ; Remember of what blood thou art, And strike the caitiff down ! They brought him to the Watergate, Hard bound with hempen span, As though they held a lion there, And not a fenceless man.
Strana 25 - Let them bestow on every airth* a limb, Then open all my veins, — that I may swim To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake — Then place my parboiled head upon a stake ; Scatter my ashes— strew them in the air; — Lord! since thou knowest where all these atoms are, I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust, And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.
Strana 27 - There's war within the blast — Old faces look upon me, Old forms go trooping past : I hear the pibroch wailing Amidst the din of fight, And my dim spirit wakes again Upon the verge of night.
Strana 33 - And God who made shall gather them ; I go from you to Him ! ' The morning dawned full darkly, The rain came flashing down, And the jagged streak of the levin-bolt Lit up the gloomy town : The thunder crashed across the heaven, The fatal hour was come ; Yet aye broke in with muffled beat, The 'larm of the drum.
Strana 16 - O my masters ! When the night began to fall, And the English spearmen gathered Round a grim and ghastly wall ! As the wolves in winter circle Round the leaguer on the heath, So the greedy foe glared upward, Panting still for blood and death. But a rampart rose before them, Which the boldest...
Strana 15 - No one failed him ! He is keeping Royal state and semblance still; Knight and noble lie around him, Cold on Flodden's fatal hill. Of the brave and gallant-hearted, Whom you sent with prayers away, Not a single man departed From his Monarch yesterday.
Strana 8 - Man — is this a time to wait ? " And the heavy gates are opened : Then a murmur long and loud, And a cry of fear and wonder Bursts from out the bending crowd. For they see in battered harness Only one hard-stricken man ; And his weary steed is wounded, And his cheek is pale and wan...
Strana 192 - Tophet on earth, a soldier of distinguished courage and professional skill, but rapacious and profane, of violent temper and of obdurate heart, has left a name which, wherever the Scottish race is settled on the face of the globe, is mentioned with a peculiar energy of hatred.
Strana 58 - Then in his stirrups up he stood, So lionlike and bold, And held the precious heart aloft All in its case of gold. He flung it from him, far ahead, And never spake he more, But — "Pass thou first, thou dauntless heart, As thou wert wont of yore!