An Exact and Circumstantial History of the Battle of Floddon. In Verse: Written about the Time of Queen Elizabeth. In which are Related Many Particular Facts Not to be Found in the English HistoryR. Taylor, and by E. and C. Dilly ... and G. Freer ... London., 1774 - 282 pages |
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Page 88 - And ships secure without their halsers ride. High at the head a branching olive grows, And crowns the pointed cliffs with shady boughs. Beneath, a gloomy grotto's cool recess Delights the Nereids of the...
Page 127 - Matilda saw him fall, 0 spare his life ! she cried, Lord Buchan's daughter begs his life, Let her not be deny'd 1 Her well known voice the hero heard, He rais'd his half-clos'd eyes, And fix'd them on the weeping maid, And weakly thus replies : In vain Matilda begs the life By 'death's arrest deny'd; My race is run— Adieu, my love ! Then clos'd his eyes and dy'd.
Page 126 - But deeds approve the man ; Set by your men, and hand to hand We'll try what valour can. Oft boasting hides a coward's heart ; My weighty sword you fear, Which shone in front of Flodden field When you kept in the rear.
Page 121 - I'll ne'er wed man but thee ; The grave shall be my bridal bed, 'Ere Graham my husband be. Take then, dear youth, this faithful kiss In witness of my troth, And every plague become my lot, That day I break my oath.
Page 88 - Within the cave, the clustering bees attend Their waxen works, or from the roof depend. Perpetual waters o'er the pavement glide ; Two marble doors unfold on either side; Sacred the south, by which the gods descend, But mortals enter at the northern end.
Page 41 - Well fare thy heart, quoth the abbot ; and here in a cup of sack, I remember the health of his grace your master. I would give an hundred pounds, on the condition I could feed so heartily on beef, as you do.
Page 126 - And pierced him in the side : Out spouting came the purple tide, And all his tartans dyed. But yet his sword quat not the grip, Nor dropt he to the ground, Till through his enemy's heart his steel Had forced a mortal wound. Graeme, like a tree with wind o'erthrown, Fell breathless on the clay ; And down beside him sank the Rose, And faint and dying lay.
Page 41 - The king pleasantly pledged him, and heartily thanking him for his good cheer, after dinner departed as undiscovered as he came thither. Some weeks after the abbot was sent for by...
Page 119 - With seeming scorn and pride ; Yet aft her eyes confess'd the love Her fearful words deny'd. At last she bless'd his well-try'd faith, Allow'd his tender claim ; She vow'd to him her virgin heart, And own'd an equal flame. Her father, Buchan's cruel lord, Their passion disapprov'd, And bade her wed Sir John the Graham, And leave the youth she lov'd.
Page 123 - I'll send, To run and raise the Eoss's clan, Their master to defend." Beneath a bush he laid him down, And wrapped him in his plaid; While, trembling for her lover's fate, At distance stood the maid. Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale, Till, in a lonely glen, He met the furious Sir John Graeme, With twenty of his men. "Where go'st thou, little page?" he said; "So late who did thee send?" "I go to raise the Ross's clan, Their master to defend...