Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (188 page)
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Authors: Homer,William Shakespeare
XXXIV.
At length, with Ellen in a grove
He seemed to walk and speak of love;
She listened with a blush and sigh,
His suit was warm, his hopes were high.
He sought her yielded hand to clasp,
And a cold gauntlet met his grasp:
The phantom’s sex was changed and gone,
Upon its head a helmet shone;
Slowly enlarged to giant size,
With darkened cheek and threatening eyes,
The grisly visage, stern and hoar,
To Ellen still a likeness bore. —
He woke, and, panting with affright,
Recalled the vision of the night.
The hearth’s decaying brands were red
And deep and dusky lustre shed,
Half showing, half concealing, all
The uncouth trophies of the hall.
Mid those the stranger fixed his eye
Where that huge falchion hung on high,
And thoughts on thoughts, a countless throng,
Rushed, chasing countless thoughts along,
Until, the giddy whirl to cure,
He rose and sought the moonshine pure.
XXXV.
The wild rose, eglantine, and broom
Wasted around their rich perfume;
The birch-trees wept in fragrant balm;
The aspens slept beneath the calm;
The silver light, with quivering glance,
Played on the water’s still expanse, —
Wild were the heart whose passion’s sway
Could rage beneath the sober ray!
He felt its calm, that warrior guest,
While thus he communed with his breast: —
‘Why is it, at each turn I trace
Some memory of that exiled race?
Can I not mountain maiden spy,
But she must bear the Douglas eye?
Can I not view a Highland brand,
But it must match the Douglas hand?
Can I not frame a fevered dream,
But still the Douglas is the theme?
I’ll dream no more, — by manly mind
Not even in sleep is will resigned.
My midnight orisons said o’er,
I’ll turn to rest, and dream no more.’
His midnight orisons he told,
A prayer with every bead of gold,
Consigned to heaven his cares and woes,
And sunk in undisturbed repose,
Until the heath-cock shrilly crew,
And morning dawned on Benvenue.
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Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
O BRIGNALL banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer-queen.
And as I rode by Dalton-Hall
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Beneath the turrets high,
A Maiden on the castle-wall
Was singing merrily:
‘O Brignall Banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green;
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I’d rather rove with Edmund there
Than reign our English queen.’
‘If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me,
To leave both tower and town,
Thou first must guess what life lead we
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That dwell by dale and down.
And if thou canst that riddle read,
As read full well you may,
Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed
As blithe as Queen of May.’
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Yet sung she, ‘Brignall banks are fair,
And Greta woods are green;
I’d rather rove with Edmund there
Than reign our English queen.
‘I read you, by your bugle-horn
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And by your palfrey good,
I read you for a ranger sworn
To keep the king’s greenwood.’
‘A Ranger, lady, winds his horn,
And ’tis at peep of light;
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His blast is heard at merry morn,
And mine at dead of night.’
Yet sung she, ‘Brignall banks are fair,
And Greta woods are gay;
I would I were with Edmund there
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To reign his Queen of May!
‘With burnish’d brand and musketoon
So gallantly you come,
I read you for a bold Dragoon
That lists the tuck of drum.’
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‘I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet near;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My comrades take the spear.
And O! though Brignall banks be fair
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And Greta woods be gay,
Yet mickle must the maiden dare
Would reign my Queen of May!
‘Maiden! a nameless life I lead,
A nameless death I’ll die;
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The fiend whose lantern lights the mead
Were better mate than I!
And when I’m with my comrades met
Beneath the greenwood bough, —
What once we were we all forget,
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Nor think what we are now.’
Chorus
‘Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer-queen.’
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Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
THY hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
As in that well-remember’d night
When first thy mystic braid was wove,
And first my Agnes whisper’d love.
Since then how often hast thou prest
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The torrid zone of this wild breast,
Whose wrath and hate have sworn to dwell
With the first sin that peopled hell;
A breast whose blood’s a troubled ocean,
Each throb the earthquake’s wild commotion!
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O if such clime thou canst endure
Yet keep thy hue unstain’d and pure,
What conquest o’er each erring thought
Of that fierce realm had Agnes wrought!
I had not wander’d far and wide
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With such an angel for my guide;
Nor heaven nor earth could then reprove me
If she had lived and lived to love me.
Not then this world’s wild joys had been
To me one savage hunting scene,
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My sole delight the headlong race
And frantic hurry of the chase;
To start, pursue, and bring to bay,
Rush in, drag down, and rend my prey,
Then — from the carcass turn away!
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Mine ireful mood had sweetness tamed,
And soothed each wound which pride inflamed: —
Yes, God and man might now approve me
If thou hadst lived and lived to love me!
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Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
‘WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I’ll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye sall be his bride:
And ye sall be his bride, ladie,
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Sae comely to be seen’ —
But aye she loot the tears down fa’
For Jock of Hazeldean.
‘Now let this wilfu’ grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale;
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Young Frank is chief of Errington
And lord of Langley-dale;
His step is first in peaceful ha’,
His sword in battle keen’ —
But aye she loot the tears down fa’
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For Jock of Hazeldean.
‘A chain of gold ye sall not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair,
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
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And you the foremost o’ them a’
Shall ride our forest-queen’ —
But aye she loot the tears down fa’
For Jock of Hazeldean.
The kirk was deck’d at morning-tide,
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The tapers glimmer’d fair;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there:
They sought her baith by bower and ha’
The ladie was not seen!
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She’s o’er the Border, and awa’
Wi’ Jock of Hazeldean.
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Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
WHERE shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden’s breast
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high
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Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die
Under the willow.
Eleu loro
Soft shall be his pillow.
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There through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the tempests sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
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Parted for ever,
Never again to wake
Never, O never!
Eleu loro
Never, O never!
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Where shall the traitor rest,
He, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden’s breast,
Ruin, and leave her?
In the lost battle,
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Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war’s rattle
With groans of the dying;
Eleu loro
There shall he be lying.
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Her wing shall the eagle flap
O’er the falsehearted;
His warm blood the wolf shall lap
Ere life be parted.
Shame and dishonour sit
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By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it
Never, O never!
Eleu loro
Never, O never!
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Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
AH! County Guy, the hour is nigh
The sun has left the lea,
The orange-flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
The lark, his lay who trill’d all day,
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Sits hush’d his partner nigh;
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,
But where is County Guy?
The village maid steals through the shade
Her shepherd’s suit to hear;
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To Beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born Cavalier.
The star of Love, all stars above,
Now reigns o’er earth and sky,
And high and low the influence know —
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But where is County Guy?
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical Order
