Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers: And Other PoemsW. Blackwood and sons, 1863 - 268 páginas |
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amidst Argyle arms army banner battle battle of Killiecrankie beneath blood brave broken brought Cameron Captain charge Charles Charon chiefs clans Claverhouse command CONSTANTINE KANARIS Covenanters Dalziel dared dead death Douglas Earl Edinburgh enemy English execution father fell fight Flodden force gallant gentlemen Glencoe Græme Grahame hand hath head hear heard heart HERMOTIMUS Highlanders honour horse house of Stuart Jacobites John Brown Killiecrankie King James land Locheill look Lord Dundee Lord George Murray Lord Pitsligo loyalty Macaulay Macaulay's Marquis Massacre of Glencoe Montrose morning murder narrative never night noble o'er officers old Scottish cavalier once Parliament person pray Prince Prince of Orange Privy Council rebels regiment Robert Wodrow royal says Scotland Scots shires soldiers soul sword thee thou thunder troops VIGNETTE voice weary weep whilst William of Orange Wodrow words
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Página 97 - Knew that charger in the fight ! — And a cry of exultation From the bearded warriors rose ; For we loved the house of Claver'se, And we thought of good Montrose, But he raised his hand for silence — " Soldiers ! I have sworn a vow : Ere the evening star shall glisten On Schehallion's lofty brow, Either we shall rest in triumph, Or another of the Graemes Shall have died in battle-harness For his country and King James...
Página 48 - 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...
Página 101 - 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...
Página 41 - Lindsays' pride: But never have I told thee yet How the great Marquis died. A traitor sold him to his foes; — • A deed of deathless shame ! I charge thee, boy, if e'er thou meet With one of Assynt's name, — Be it upon the mountain's side Or yet within the glen, Stand he in martial gear alone, Or...
Página 50 - He would not deign them word nor sign, But alone he bent the knee ; And veiled his face for Christ's dear grace Beneath the gallows-tree. Then radiant and serene he rose, And cast his cloak away : For he had ta'en his latest look Of earth, and sun, and day. XVIII. 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.
Página 23 - There is more than honor there ; Else, be sure, I had not brought it From the field of dark despair. Never yet was royal banner Steeped in such a costly dye ; It hath lain upon a bosom Where no other shroud shall lie. Sirs, I charge you keep it holy, Keep it as a sacred thing ! For the stain ye see upon it Was the life-blood of your King...
Página 183 - The sharpe greene sweete juniper, Growing so fair with branches here and there, That as it seemed to a lyf without, The boughis spread the arbour all about.
Página 212 - He told us, he had sent for us, to give him some account of an odd sensation he had for some time observed and felt in himself; which was, that, composing himself, he could die or expire when he pleased, and yet by an effort, or somehow, he could come to life again; which he had sometimes tried before he sent for us.
Página 94 - Swell within their glens and valleys As the clansmen march along ! Never from the field of combat, Never from the deadly fray, Was a nobler trophy carried Than we bring with us to-day...
Página 50 - The grim Geneva ministers With anxious scowl drew near, As you have seen the ravens flock Around the dying deer. He would not deign them word nor sign, But alone he bent the knee, And veiled his face for Christ's dear grace Beneath the gallows-tree.