The brows of men by the despairing light The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnashed their teeth and howled; the wild birds shrieked And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes All earth was but one thought — and that was death, Of famine fed upon all entrails- -men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devoured; The birds and beasts and famished men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the drooping dead And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answered not with a caress - he died. The crowd was famished by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies; they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place, Where had been heaped a mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects-saw, and shrieked, and died - Famine had written fiend. The world was void, And nothing stirred within their silent depths Ships, sailorless, lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped They slept on the abyss without a surge – The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave. The moon, their mistress, had expired before; And the clouds perished; darkness had no need Of aid from them-She was the universe. X HIGHLAND MARY. YE banks and braes and streams around The castle of Montgomery; Green be your woods and fair Your waters never drumlie. your flowers, BYRON. There summer first unfolds his robes. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk With mony a vow and lock'd embrace, We tore ourselves asunder. But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower so early! Oh! pale, pale now those rosy lips And closed for aye the sparkling glance, BURNS. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!-oh my daughter!" 'Twas vain the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing :— The waters wild went o'er his child And he was left lamenting. CAMPBELL. LOCHINVAR. Oн, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar ! He stay❜d not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar! So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, "I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied. 99 The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, So stately his form, and so lovely her face, While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near : So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!" quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see! Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? SCOTT. |