Then rushing in, with ftretch'd out shield As fome fierce eagle fpreads her wing Three times they farove to feize their prey, What force could ftand his furious ftrokes, Or meet his martial fire ? Now gathering round on every part And many a lady wept her lord PERCY and DOUGLAS, great in arms, And all the field was ftrew'd with dead, At length the glory of the day All pale extended on their shields And weltering in his gore Lord PERCY's knights their bleeding friend To WARK's fair caftle bore. Well haft thou earn'd my daughter's love; Her father kindly fed; And the herself fhall drefs thy wounds, And tend thee in thy bed. I 2 "How he the PERCY name reviv'd, "And how his noble line "Still foremost in their country's cause "With godlike ardour shine." With loud acclaims the liftening crowd Now high heroic acts they tell, When, lo! a damfel young and fair She Bertram courteously addrefs'd; Then forth she drew a glittering helme The cafque was wrought of tempered steel, Sir knight, thy lady fends thee this, Young Bertram took the fhining helme Lord PERCY and his baron's bold To fcour the marches, late opprefs'd The knights affembled on the hills Tweed's limpid current foon they pafs, And range the borders round; Down the green flopes of Tiviotdale Their bugle horns refound. As when a lion in his den, Hath heard the hunters' cries, And rushes forth to meet his foes, So did the DOUGLAS rife. Attendant on their chief's command A chofen troop of Scottish youths Lord PERCY mark'd their gallant mein, Now, Bertram, prove thy Lady's helme, Dead or alive I'll refcue thee, I Young Bertram, bow'd with glad affent, As when a grove of Sapling oaks This way and that he drives the fteel, Now clofing faft on every fide The vigour of his fingle arm Had well-nigh won the field; When ponderous fell a Scottish axe, And clove his lifted fhield. Another blow his temples took, Lord PERCY faw his champion fall And now, my noble friends, he faid, Then rushing in, with ftretch'd out shield As fome fierce eagle fpreads her wing Three times they ftrove to seize their prey, What force could stand his furious ftrokes, Or meet his martial fire? Now gathering round on every part PERCY and DOUGLAS, great in arms, There all their courage fhow'd; And all the field was ftrew'd with dead, At length the glory of the day All pale extended on their fhields Lord PERCY's knights their bleeding friend Well haft thou earn'd my daughter's love; Her father kindly fed; And the herself shall drefs thy wounds, And tend thee in thy bed. I 2 |