Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood and Sons, 1849 - 351 pagine |
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Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other Poems William Edmondstoune Aytoun Visualizzazione completa - 1849 |
Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other Poems William Edmondstoune Aytoun Visualizzazione completa - 1849 |
Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other Poems William Edmondstoune Aytoun Visualizzazione completa - 1849 |
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amidst arms army banner battle battle of Culloden battle of Killiecrankie beneath blood body brave broken Captain Charles Charon chiefs clans Claverhouse command CONSTANTINE KANARIS council Covenanters Culloden dared dead death Douglas Earl Edinburgh enemy English exiled face father fell fight Flodden force France friends gentlemen Germans glen Glencoe glory Græme hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HERMOTIMUS Highlanders honour horse house of Stuart Jacobites King James land Locheill look Lord Dundee Lord George Murray Lord Pitsligo loyalty Macdonald Marquis Massacre of Glencoe Montrose morning never night noble o'er officers old Scottish cavalier olden once Parliament person pray Prince Prince of Orange regiment retreat Rhine roar rose royal says Scotland Scots side soldiers soul sword thee thou wert thunder told troops voice weary weep whilst William William of Orange words
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 41 - 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 35 - ... 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 39 - 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 239 - Skrine held a clear looking-glass to his mouth. I found his pulse sink gradually, till at last I could not feel any by the most exact and nice touch. Dr. Baynard could not feel the least motion in his heart, nor Mr.
Pagina 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!