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A various host, from kindred realms they came,

Brethren in arms, but rivals in renown;
For yon fair bands shall merry England claim,

And with their deeds of valour deck her crown. Hers their bold port, and hers their martial frown, And hers their scorn of death in Freedom's

cause ; Their eyes of azure, and their locks of brown,

And the blunt speech that bursts without a pause, And freeborn thoughts, which league the soldier with

the laws. And, oh! loved warriors of the minstrel's land!

Yonder your bonnets nod, your tartans wave! The rugged form may mark the mountain band,

And harsher features, and a mien more grave; But ne'er in battle-field throbb'd heart so brave,

As that which beats beneath the Scottish plaid; And when the pibroch bids the battle rave,

And level for the charge your arms are laid, Where lives the desperate foe that for such onset

stay'd! Hark! from yon stately ranks what laughter rings,

Mingling wild mirth with war's stern minstrelsy, His jest while each blithe comrade round him

And moves to death with military glee : [Alings, Boast, Erin, boast them! tameless, frank, and free,

In kindness warm, and fierce in danger known, Rough Nature's children, humorous as she :

And he, yon chieftain-strike the proudest tone Of thy bold harp, green isle !—the hero is thine om,


The heath this night must be my bed,
The bracken curtain for my head,
My lullaby the warder's tread,

Far, far, from love and thee, Mary!

To-morrow eve, more stilly laid,
My couch may be my bloody plaid,
My vesper song, thy wail, sweet maid!

It will not waken me, Mary!
I may not, dare not, fancy now
The grief that clouds thy lovely brow;
I dare not think upon thy vow,

And all it promised me, Mary.
No fond regret must Norman know;
When bursts Clan-Alpine on the foe,
His heart must be like bended bow,

His foot like arrow free, Mary.
A time will come with feeling fraught,
For, if I fall in battle fought,
Thy hapless lover's dying thought

Shall be a thought on thee, Mary.
And if return'd from conquer'd foes,
How blithely will the evening close,
How sweet the linnet sing repose,

To my young bride and me, Mary!


Not faster yonder rowers' might,

Flings from their oars the spray, Not faster yonder rippling bright, That tracks the shallop's course in light,

Melts in the lake away, Than men from memory erase The benefits of former days; Then, stranger, go! good speed the while, Nor think again of the lonely isle. High place to thee in royal court,

High place in battle line, Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport, Where beauty sees the brave resort,

The honour'd meed be thine!

True be thy sword, thy friend sincere,
Thy lady constant, kind, and dear,
And lost in love and friendship’s smile
Be memory of the lonely isle.
But if beneath yon southern sky

A plaided stranger roam,
Whose drooping crest and stifled sigh,
And sunken cheek and heavy eye,

Pine for his Highland home :
Then, warrior, then be thine to show
The care that sooths a wanderer's wo;
Remember then thy hap ere while,
A stranger in the lonely isle.
Or if, on life's uncertain main,

Mishap shall mar thy sail ;
If faithful, wise, and brave in vain,
Wo, want, and exile thou sustain

Beneath the fickle gale;
Waste not a sigh on fortune changed,
On thankless courts, or friends estranged,
But come where kindred worth shall smile,
To greet thee in the lonely isle.


I CLIMB'd the dark brow of the mighty. Helvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty

and wide; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling,

And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was

bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer

had died.

Dark green was that spot mid the brown mountain

heather, Where the pilgrim of Nature lay stretch'd in decay, Like the corpse of an outcast abandon’d to weather,

Till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless clay. Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended,

And chased the hill-fox and the raven away. How long didst thou think that his silence was slum

ber? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst

thou start? How many long days and long nights didst thou

number, Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart? And oh, was it meet that—no requiem read o'er him, No mother to weep, and no friend to deplore him, And thou, little guardian, alone stretch'd before him

Unhonour'd, the pilgrim from life should depart? When a prince to the fate of a peasant has yielded, The tapestry waves dark round the dim-lighted

hall; With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded,

And pages stand mute by the canopied pall: Through the courts, at deep midnight, the torches

are gleaming; In the proudly-arch'd chapel the banners are beamFar adown the long aisle sacred music is strearning,

Lamenting a chief of the people should fall. But meeter for thee, gentle lover of nature, To lay down thy head like the meek mountain

lamb, When wilderd he drops from some cliff huge in

stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam.


* And more stately thy couch by this desert lake lying, Thy obsequies sung by the gray plover flying, With one faithful friend but to witness thy dying,

In the arms of Helvellyn and Catchedicam.


PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu,

Pibroch of Donuil,
Wake thy wild voice anew,

Summon Clan-Conuil.
Come away, come away,

Hark to the summons !
Come in your war array,

Gentles and commons.
Come from deep glen, ana

From mountain so rocky,
The warpipe and pennon

Are at Inverlochy:
Come every hill-plaid, and

True heart that wears one,
Come every steel blade, and

Strong hand that bears one.
Leave untended the herd,

The flock without shelter;
Leave the corpse uninterr'd,

The bride at the altar;
Leave the deer, leave the steer,

Leave nets and barges ;
Come with your fighting gear,

Broadswords and targes.
Come as the winds come when

Forests are rended ;
Come as the waves come when

Navies are stranded ;

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