And the midnight wind to the mountain deer,Is whistling the forest lullaby:The moon looks through the drifting storm,But the troubled lake reflects not her form,For the waves roll whitening to the land,And dash against the shelvy strand.There is a voice among the trees,That mingles with the groaning oak-That mingles with the stormy breeze,And the lake-waves…
The western hills have hid the sun,But mountain peak and village spireRetain reflection of his fire.Old Barnard’s towers are purple still,To those that gaze from Toller-hill;Distant and high, the tower of BowesLike steel upon the anvil glows;And Stanmore’s ridge, behind that lay,Rich with the spoils of parting day,In crimson and in gold array’d,Streaks yet awhile…
Yet keep up thy heart, bold cavalier,For a cup of sack shall fence the cold.For time will rust the brightest blade,And years will break the strongest bow;Was ever wight so starkly made,But time and years would overthrow?
But ride you through valley, or ride you o’er hill.There is one that has warrant to wait on you still.Back, back,The volume black!I have a warrant to carry it back.What, ho! Sub-Prior, and came you but hereTo conjure a book from a dead woman’s bier?Sain you, and save you, be wary and wise,Ride back with…
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.Each age has deemed the new-born yearThe fittest time for festal cheer;E’en, heathen yet, the savage DaneAt Iol more deep the mead did drain;High on the beach his galleys drew,And feasted all his pirate crew;Then in his low and pine-built hall,Where shields and axes decked the wall,They gorged upon the…
And love, in life’s extremity,Can lend an hour of cheering.Disease had been in Mary’s bowerAnd slow decay from mourning,Though now she sits on Neidpath’s towerTo watch her Love’s returning.All sunk and dim her eyes so bright,Her form decay’d by pining,Till through her wasted hand, at night,You saw the taper shining.By fits a sultry hectic hueAcross…
Wake thy wild voice anew,Summon Clan Conuil!Come away, come away,Hark to the summons!Come in your war-array,Gentles and commons.Come from deep glen, andFrom mountain so rocky;The war-pipe and pennonAre at Inverlocky.Come every hill-plaid, andTrue heart that wears one,Come every steel blade, andStrong hand that bears one.Leave untended the herd,The flock without shelter;Leave the corpse uninterr’d,The bride…
‘This is my own, my native land!’Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’dAs home his footsteps he hath turn’dFrom wandering on a foreign strand?If such there breathe, go, mark him well;For him no Minstrel raptures swell;High though his titles, proud his name,Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;Despite those titles, power, and pelf,The wretch, concentred…
March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.Many a banner spread,Flutters above your head,Many a crest that is famous in story.Mount and make ready then,Sons of the mountain glen,Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing,Come from the glen of the…
I.O, will you hear a knightly tale of old Bohemian day,It was the noble Moringer in wedlock bed he lay;He halsed and kiss’d his dearest dame, that was as sweet as May,And said, ‘Now, lady of my heart, attend the words I say.II.”Tis I have vow’d a pilgrimage unto a distant shrine,And I must seek…
