Tell her the last night of my life (for, ere the moon | And upon platforms where the oak-trees grew, On the vine-clad hills of Bingen, -fair Bingen on And it so fell; for when the winds blew right, "I saw the blue Rhine sweep along, I heard, or seemed to hear, The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed, with friendly talk, Down many a path beloved of yore, and well remembered walk! [In Eastern history are two Iskanders, or Alexanders, who are sometimes confounded, and both of whom are called Doolkar Is he then dead? Can great Doolkarnein die! Or can his endless hosts elsewhere be needed! nein, or the Two-Horned, in allusion to their subjugation of East So did fear dream; though now, with not a sound and West, horns being an Oriental symbol of power. One of these heroes is Alexander of Macedon; the other a conqueror of more ancient times, who built the marvellous series of To scare good hope, summer had twice crept round. ramparts on Mount Caucasus, known in fable as the wall of Gog Then gathered in a band, with lifted eyes, and Magog, that is to say, of the people of the North. It reache 1 from the Euxine Sea to the Caspian, where its flanks originated the subsequent appellation of the Caspian Gates.] WITH awful walls, far glooming, that possessed Doolkarnein, the dread lord of East and West, tains; The neighbors, and those silent heights ascended. Giant, nor aught blasting their bold emprise, Once, at a coming like a god's in rage And once, when in the woods an oak, for age, Unhurt they lay, like caverns above ground, The rifted rocks, for hands, about them clinging, Their tubes as straight, their mighty mouths as round And firm as when the rocks were first set ringing. Fresh from their unimaginable mould They might have seemed, save that the storms had stained them With a rich rust, that now, with gloomy gold In the bright sunshine, beauteously engrained them. Breathless the gazers looked, nigh faint for awe, Then leaped, then laughed. What was it now they saw? Lay him low, lay him low, Fold him in his country's stars, Roll the drum and fire the volley! What to him are all our wars ?What but death bemocking folly ? Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow ! That with the cries they make The very earth did shake; Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder. Well it thine age became, To our hid forces; Struck the French horses, With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together. When down their bows they threw, Not one was tardy; Arms were from shoulders sent ; Scalps to the teeth were rent; Down the French peasants went ; Our men were hardy. This while our noble king, And many a deep wound lent, Bruiséd his helmet. Glo'ster, that duke so good, With his brave brother,Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade; Upon St. Crispin's day Or England breed again MICHAEL DRAYTON. HOTSPUR'S DESCRIPTION OF A FOP. BUT I remember, when the fight was done, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He questioned me; among the rest, demanded 388 Beneath the royal seal and hand, And Douglas gave a guide: The ancient Earl, with stately grace, Would Clara on her palfrey place, And whispered in an undertone, Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown." The train from out the castle drew, But Marmion stopped to bid adieu : — "Though something I might plain," he said, "Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your king's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I stayed, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire, And "This to me!" he said, "An 't were not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate: And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword,) I tell thee, thou 'rt defied! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!"On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age: Fierce he broke forth, To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall? Hence might they see the full array Their marshalled lines stretched east and west, And fronted north and south, And distant salutation past From the loud cannon-mouth; "And dar'st thou then Not in the close successive rattle And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go? Up drawbridge, grooms, - what, Warder, ho! Lord Marmion turned, — well was his need!- That breathes the voice of modern battle, But slow and far between. The hillock gained, Lord Marmion stayed: "Here, by this cross," he gently said, "You well may view the scene; Here shalt thou tarry, lovely Clare : O, think of Marmion in thy prayer! Thou wilt not?— well, -no less my care Shall, watchful, for thy weal prepare. |