Poems of William Edmondstoune AytounH. Milford, Oxford Universiy Press, 1921 - 509 pàgines |
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Pàgina 21 - He is coming ! he is coming ! Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom. There was glory on his forehead, There was lustre in his eye, And he never walked to battle More proudly than to die...
Pàgina 22 - A beam of light fell o'er him, Like a glory round the shriven, And he climbed the lofty ladder As it were the path to heaven.
Pàgina 48 - Vainly sped the withering volley 'Mongst the foremost of our band — On we poured until we met them, Foot to foot, and hand to hand. Horse and man went down like drift-wood When the floods are black at Yule, And their carcasses are whirling In the Garry's deepest pool. Horse and man went down before us — Living foe there tarried none On the field of Killiecrankie, When that stubborn fight was done...
Pàgina 48 - And the evening star was shining On Schehallion's distant head, When we wiped our bloody broadswords, And returned to count the dead. There we found him gashed and gory, Stretched upon the cumbered plain, As he told us where to seek him, In the thickest of the slain. And a smile was on his visage, For within his dying ear Pealed the joyful note of triumph, And the clansmen's clamorous cheer : So, amidst the battle's thunder, Shot, and steel, and scorching flame, In the glory of his manhood Passed...
Pàgina 20 - It might not be. They placed him next Within the solemn hall, Where once the Scottish kings were throned Amidst their nobles all. But there was dust of vulgar feet On that polluted floor, And perjured traitors filled the place Where good men sate before. With savage glee came Warristoun, To read the murderous doom ; And then uprose the great Montrose In the middle of the room.
Pàgina 341 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Pàgina 22 - He mounted up the scaffold, And he turned him to the crowd; But they dared not trust the people, So he might not speak aloud. But he looked upon the heavens, And they were clear and blue...
Pàgina 10 - That she ever knew before ! O our King — the good, the noble, Shall we see him never more? Woe to us, and woe to Scotland ! O our sons, our sons and men! Surely some have 'scaped the Southron, Surely some will come again...
Pàgina 47 - Told the clansmen's fierce emotion, And they harder drew their breath ; For their souls were strong within them, Stronger than the grasp of death. Soon we heard a challenge-trumpet Sounding in the Pass below, And the distant tramp of horses, And the voices of the foe : Down we crouched amid the bracken, Till the Lowland ranks drew near, Panting like the hounds in summer When they scent the stately deer. From the dark defile emerging, Next we saw the squadrons...
Pàgina 233 - Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.