. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. ets spectre glided near,With pride her bleeding victim saw. And shrieked in his death-deafened ear, Remember injured Bothwellhaugh ! Then speed thee, noble Chatlerault! Spread to the wind thy bannered tree !Each warrior bend his Clydesdale bow !- Murray is fallen and Scotland free ! Vaults every warrior to his steed ; Loud bugles join their wild acclaim — Murray is fallen and Scotland freed !Couch, Arran, couch thy spear of flame ! But see ! the minstrel vision fails —• The glimmering spears are seen no
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. ets spectre glided near,With pride her bleeding victim saw. And shrieked in his death-deafened ear, Remember injured Bothwellhaugh ! Then speed thee, noble Chatlerault! Spread to the wind thy bannered tree !Each warrior bend his Clydesdale bow !- Murray is fallen and Scotland free ! Vaults every warrior to his steed ; Loud bugles join their wild acclaim — Murray is fallen and Scotland freed !Couch, Arran, couch thy spear of flame ! But see ! the minstrel vision fails —• The glimmering spears are seen no more ; The shouts of war die on the gales,Or sink in Evans lonely roar. For the loud bugle pealing high. The blackbird whistles down the vale, And sunk in ivied ruins lieThe bannered towers of Evandale. For chiefs intent on bloody deed, And Vengeance shouting oer the slain, Lo ! high-born Beauty rules the graceful guides the silken rein. And long may Peace and Pleasure ownThe maids who list the minstrels tale; Nor eer a ruder guest be knownOn the fair banks of Evandale !. Av tscellaneous ^oems. IN THE ORDER OF THEIR COMPOSITION OR PUBLICATION. 2rf)c Ftolet. [I797-] The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flowerIn glen or copse or forest dingle. Though fair her gems of azure hue, Beneath the dewdrops weight reclining, I ve seen an eye of lovelier sweet through watery lustre shining. The summer sun that dew shall dryEre yet the day be past its morrow, Nor longer in my false loves eyeRemained the tear of parting sorrow. ^a a Eatig. WITH FLOWERS FROM A ROMAN WALL. [I797-] Take these flowers which, purple waving, On the ruined rampart , the sons of freedom braving, Romes imperial standards flew. Warriors from the breach of dangerPluck no longer laurels there ; They but yield the passing strangerWild-flower wreaths for Beautys hair. OTfje iSarlis Incantation. WRITTEN UNDER THE THREAT
Size: 1593px × 1569px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorrolfewjw, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1880, bookyear1888
