1265 1266 HERE re-assembling we shall see emerge from the bright ocean at our feet an Earth familiar, halls where we have supped of old; our eyes with gazing and re-build with tears. the golden dice with which we played of yore; ture years shall pass away. Another race shall arise. The people are like the waves of ocean: like the leaves of woody Morven, they pass away in the rustling blast, and other leaves lift their green heads on high. Did thy beauty last, O Ryno? stood the strength of car-borne Oscar? Fingal himself departed. The halls of his fathers forgot his steps. Shalt thou then remain, thou aged bard, when the mighty have failed? But my fame shall remain, and grow like the oak of Morven; which lifts its broad head to the storm, and rejoices in the course of the wind. 1267 J. MACPHERSON GUINEVERE AFTER THE PARTING OF KING ARTHUR O the So she did not see the fangel's, but she saw, wet with the mists and smitten by the lights, 1268 the moony vapour rolling round the king, COME IDYLL A. TENNYSON 'OME down, o maid, from yonder mountain height; and find him; by the happy threshold, he, so waste not thou; but come: for all the vales thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound; 1269 So she low-toned; while with shut eyes I lay listening; then looked. Pale was the perfect face; the bosom with long sighs laboured; and meek seemed the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes, 1270 1271 and the voice trembled and the hand. She said THE DEATH OF PAN A. TENNYSON HOW, shepherd, is it by fame's trumpet said, that Pan the best of all the Gods is dead? her branches o'er the inferior trees were spread, while their young wanton goats did skip and play,- here sing, and in the ample shade drink fresher air. struck by some secret force, fall down I saw; ON HORATIUS' CHALLENGE. N Astur's throat Horatius and thrice and four times tugged amain, to taste our Roman cheer? J. NORRIS But at his haughty challenge a sullen murmur ran, mingled of wrath and shame and dread along that glittering van. There lacked not men of prowess, nor men of lordly race; for all Etruria's noblest were round the fatal place. But all Etruria's noblest felt their hearts sick to see where those bold Romans stood, T. B. MACAULAY 1272 TH PREPARATION FOR THE TOURNAMENT HEN might you hear each valiant knight, 'Bring my armour bright, and my courser wight! 'tis not each day that a warrior's might may win a royal bride.' Their cloaks and caps of maintenance in haste aside they fling; the helmets glance, and gleams the lance, Small care had they of their peaceful array, for brake and bramble glittered gay Within trumpet-sound of the Table Round were fifty champions free, and they all arise to fight that prize, they all arise, but three. Nor love's fond troth, nor wedlock's oath, for priests will allow of a broken vow, for penance or for gold. SIR W. SCOTT 1273 RANDOLPH MURRAY'S ACCOUNT OF THE BATTLE OF FLODDEN WITHIN THE COUNCIL CHAMBER 'FEW his wearied host withdrew; EW there were when Surrey halted, none but dying men around me, when the English trumpet blew. In the mountains growled the thunder, So he ended. And the others sitting anguish-struck, like men 1274 W. E. AYTOUN JOAN OF ARC HIGH on her stately steed the martial maid rode foremost of the war, her burnished arms shone like the brook that o'er its pebbled course runs glittering gaily to the noontide sun. The foaming courser, of her guiding hand impatient, smote the earth, and tossed his mane, and reared aloft with many a forward bound, then answered to the rein with such a step as in submission he were proud to shew his spirit unsubdued. Slow on the air waved the white plumes that shadow'd o'er her helm. E'en such, so fair, so terrible in arms, |