Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other PoemsW. Blackwood and Sons, 1849 - 282 pàgines |
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Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other Poems William Edmondstoune Aytoun Visualització completa - 1849 |
Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other Poems William Edmondstoune Aytoun Visualització completa - 1849 |
Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other Poems William Edmondstoune Aytoun Visualització completa - 1849 |
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Pàgina 43 - ... not trust the people, So he might not speak aloud. But he looked upon the heavens, And they were clear and blue, And in the liquid ether The eye of God shone through ! Yet a black and murky battlement Lay resting on the hill, As though the thunder slept within — All else was calm and still. The grim Geneva ministers With anxious scowl drew near, As you have seen the ravens flock Around the dying deer.
Pàgina 97 - From the dark defile emerging, Next we saw the squadrons come, Leslie's foot and Leven's troopers Marching to the tuck of drum ; Through the scattered wood of birches, O'er the broken ground and heath, Wound the long battalion slowly, Till they gained the field beneath ; Then we bounded from our covert.
Pàgina 13 - As he gazed around him wistfully, Leaning sorely on his brand. And none who then beheld him But straight were smote with fear, For a bolder and a sterner man Had never couched a spear. They knew so sad a messenger Some ghastly news must bring : And all of them were fathers, And their sons were with the King. VI And up then rose the Provost — A brave old man was he, Of ancient name, and knightly fame, And chivalrous degree.
Pàgina 43 - 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 13 - And on his mailed hand, As he gazed around him wistfully, Leaning sorely on his brand. And none who then beheld him But straight were smote with fear, For a bolder and a sterner man Had never couched a spear. They knew so sad a messenger Some ghastly news must bring; And all of them were fathers, And their sons were with the King.
Pàgina 40 - gainst treason's might, This hand hath always striven, And ye raise it up for a witness still In the eye of earth and heaven. Then nail my head on yonder tower — Give every town a limb — And God who made shall gather them : I go from you to Him...
Pàgina 63 - The trumpets blew, t,he cross-bolts flew, The arrows flashed like flame, As spur in side, and spear in rest, Against the foe we came. And many a bearded Saracen Went down, both horse and man; For through their ranks we rode like corn, So furiously we ran!
Pàgina 61 - We do not fight for bond or plight, Nor yet for golden fee; But for the sake of our blessed Lord, Who died upon the tree.
Pàgina 39 - Now, by my faith as belted knight, And by the name I bear, And by the bright Saint Andrew's cross That waves above us there — Yea, by a greater, mightier oath — And oh, that such should be ! — By that dark stream of royal blood...
Pàgina 92 - See ! above his glorious body Lies the royal banner's fold — See ! his valiant blood is mingled With its crimson and its gold. See how calm he looks and stately, Like a warrior on his shield, Waiting till the flush of morning Breaks along the battle-field...