Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers, and Other PoemsWilliam Blackwood and Sons, 1849 - 282 páginas |
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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 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 hope 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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Página 33 - 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.
Página 41 - 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 7 - NEWS of battle ! — news of battle ! Hark ! '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.
Página 91 - Pass was wrapped in gloom, When the clansmen rose together From their lair amidst the broom. Then we belted on our tartans, And our bonnets down we drew, And we felt our broadswords...
Página 41 - 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.
Página 31 - There's shouting on the mountain side, 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.
Página 161 - I have, I confess, the greatest reason to adore the goodness of Almighty God, who has in so remarkable a manner protected me and my small army through the many dangers to which we were at first exposed, and who has led me in the way to victory, and to the capital of this ancient kingdom, amidst the acclamations of the King my father's subjects. Why, then, is so much pains taken to spirit up the minds of the people against this my undertaking?
Página 198 - So thick the branches and the leves grene, Beshaded all the alleys that there were ; And midst of every arbour might be seen The sharpe, grene, sweet juniper, Growing so fair, with branches here and there, That as it seemed to a lyf without, The boughs did spread the arbour all about...
Página 57 - And King Alonzo of Castile Must fight with them to-day." "Now shame it were," cried good Lord James, "Shall never be said of me That I and mine have turned aside From the Cross in jeopardie! "Have down, have down, my merry men all,— Have down unto the plain; We'll let the Scottish lion loose Within the fields of Spain!
Página 96 - Where the bones of heroes rest — Open wide the hallowed portals To receive another guest! Last of Scots, and last of freemen — Last of all that dauntless race Who would rather die unsullied Than outlive the land's disgrace!