Once more his foot on Highland heath had trod as free as air, Or I, and all who bore my name, been laid around him there! VI. It might not be. They placed him next within the solemn. hall, Where once the Scottish kings were throned amidst their nobles all. But there was dust of vulgar feet on that polluted floor, And perjured traitors filled the place where good men sate before. With savage glee came Warriston, to read the murderous doom; And then uprose the great Montrose in the middle of the room. VII. "Now, by my faith as belted knight, and by the name I bear, And by the bright Saint Andrew's cross that waves above us there,― Yea, by a greater, mightier oath,-and O, that such should be! By that dark stream of royal blood that lies 'twixt you and me, I have not sought in battle-field a wreath of such renown, VIII. "There is a chamber far away where sleep the good and brave, But a better place ye've named for me than by my fathers' grave. For truth and right, 'gainst treason's might, this hand hath always striven, for a witness still in the eye of earth and heaven: Then nail my head on yonder tower,-give every town a limb,And God who made shall gather them: I go from you to Him!" IX. The morning dawned full darkly; 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 lustre in his eye, And he never walked to battle more proudly than to die; There was color in his visage, though the cheeks of all were wan, And they marvelled as they saw him pass, that great and goodly man. X. Then radiant and serene he stood, and cast his cloak away, But he looked upon the heavens, and they were clear and blue, ΧΙ A beam of light fell o'er him, like a glory round the shriven, And no man dared to look aloft; fear was on every soul. done! AYTOUN 57.* A STORM AT SEA. GOD! have mercy in this dreadful hour On the poor mariner ! in the comfort here, What were it now to toss upon the waves, And the wild sea that to the tempest raves ; To gaze amid the horrors of the night And only see the billows' ghostly light, And in the dread of death to think of her SOUTHEY. 58. "HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT I TO AIX," 16—. SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; "Good speed !" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed !" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. II. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, III. "Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime, IV. At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray. V. And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back VI. "By Hasselt!" Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank. *The x in this word is not sounded. VII. 13 So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" VIII. "How they'll greet us!"-and all in a moment his roan, IX. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. X. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sate with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground, Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent. ROBERT BROWNING. |