Wallace; or, The fight of Falkirk, a metrical romance [by M. Hodson].

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1809
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Page 95 - Why thou, fair orb, dost thou shine so bright As thou rollest on thy way! Canst thou not hide thy silver light That the heavens, all dark with the clouds of night, Might frown on yon fierce array! But why should'st thou hide thy shining brow Thou who look'st through the midnight sky! Tho...
Page 122 - Tis in the breathless pause before, " While yet unwash'd with human gore, " Our thoughts 'mid dreams of terror roam, " And sadly muse on things to come! " Then shuddering nature half recoils, " And half forbids the inhuman toils! " But 'tis too late! — the die is cast! " The furies bid to the repast! " Oh! from the cradle to the tomb, " Comes there no hour so fraught with gloom, " As that ere nations meet, to seal each other's doom " VoL. I. Z Storia delta Guerra delP Independenza degli Stati Uniti...
Page 122 - mid the rout, Nor 'mid the hail of the arrowy shower, Nor when we see the life-blood pour; It comes not then—that ghastly hour! 'Tis in the breathless pause before, While yet unwash'd with human gore Our thoughts 'mid dreams of terror roam, And sadly muse on things to come! Then shuddering nature half recoils, And half forbids the inhuman toils! But 'tis too late!—the die is cast!
Page 195 - Jt pierces thro' the warrior's steel, His cares to soothe, his wounds to heal; It creeps into the rankling heart, And if it cures not, lulls the smart; All is not lost, if by our side One faithful lingerer fondly stays ; But life's dark waste, so wild and wide, Cc2 Seems lessen'd on our gaze! 'Tis sweet on some familiar face The mild reflected tear to trace, And sympathy's responding sigh Is music to the frozen ear of misery!
Page 43 - I sprang from my couch as the dawn arose, And thought in my restless mind, That the grisly forms of vex'd repose . . Would flee from the morning wind ; And I climb'd to the brow of the upland heath To taste of the gale the freshest breath ; A cloud was on Craig Rossie's brow Dark gloom'd Kincardine's towers below, And the winding Ruthven's ripling swell Murmured low on mine ear, Farewell ! Farewell ! Then I thought on thee and thy loyal tryste, And I sprang on my berry brown steed, That it might...
Page 121 - Yes, it is come! that pause of dread, " Whose silent interval precedes " Men's faltering footsteps, as they tread " Towards sanguinary deeds! " There is an hour, whose pressure cold " Comes even to the hero's breast! " Each warrior's heart of human mould " Howe'er intrepid, fierce, and bold, " Has still that hour confest. " It is not when the battle-storm
Page 39 - Hail, friendship ; since the world began, Heaven's kindest, noblest boon for man ; All other joys with meteor fire, Quenched in the mists of time, expire ; But thon, unhurt by fortune's blast, Shin'st brightest, clearest at the last!
Page 96 - With unquench'd light, with ray serene, Thou shalt glance on the field where death has been ; Thou shalt gild his features, pale and wan, Thou shalt gaze on the form of murder'd man, On his broken armour scatter'd round, On the sever'd limb, and the yawning wound— But thou> amidst the...
Page 43 - ... Fond haste! to-morrow's evening ray Shall see their glory pass'd away! Stewart, of name and lineage proud, Lay mingled with the bleeding crowd ; In the midst, a spectre, sad and wan, Lean'd on a broken spear, Quick from his breast the...
Page 95 - Why, thou fair orb, dost thou smile so bright, As thou rollest on thy way! Canst thou not hide thy silver light, That the heavens all dark with the clouds of night, Might frown on yon fierce array! But why shouldst thou hide thy shining brow, Thou who walkst thro...

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