They sought her baith by bower and ha';

She's o'er the Border, and awa’
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean.

LOCHINVAR

LADY HERON'S SONG

[From Marmion, Canto V]

O, YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west,

Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapon had none,

He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,

He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate,

5

The bride had consented, the gallant came late :
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,
Among brides-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word),
'O come you in peace here, or come ye in war,

Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ? '

'I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; —
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.'

IO

15

20

The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,

He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,
'Now tread we a measure!' said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;

While her mother did fret. and her father did fume,

25

30

And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far
To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.'

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 croupe 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;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.

So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,

Have you e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ?

35

40

45

BORDER SONG

[From The Monastery]

I

MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,

Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order?

March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,

All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.

Many a banner spread,

Flutters above your head,

Many a crest that is famous in story.

Mount and make ready then,

Sons of the mountain glen,

Fight for the Queen and the old Scottish glory!

II

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing,
Come from the glen of the buck and the roe;
Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing,

Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.
Trumpets are sounding,

War-steeds are bounding,

Stand to your arms then, and march in good order,
England shall many a day

Tell of the bloody fray,

When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border!

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

1772-1834

FRANCE: AN ODE

I

YE Clouds that far above me float and pause,
Whose pathless march no mortal may control!
Ye Ocean-Waves! that, wheresoe'er ye roll,

Yield homage only to eternal laws!

Ye Woods! that listen to the night-birds' singing,

5

ΙΟ

15

20

5

Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined,
Save when your own imperious branches swinging,
Have made a solemn music of the wind!
Where like a man beloved of God,

Through glooms, which never woodman trod,
How oft, pursuing fancies holy,

My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound,
Inspired, beyond the guess of folly,

By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound!
O ye loud Waves! and O ye Forests high!

And O ye Clouds that far above me soared!
Thou rising Sun! thou blue rejoicing Sky!
Yea, every thing that is and will be free!
Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be,
With what deep worship I have still adored
The spirit of divinest Liberty.

IO

15

20

II

When France in wrath her giant-limbs upreared,

And with that oath, which smote air, earth, and sea, Stamped her strong foot and said she would be free, Bear witness for me, how I hoped and feared!

With what a joy my lofty gratulation

Unawed I sang, amid a slavish band:
And when to whelm the disenchanted nation,
Like fiends embattled by a wizard's wand,
The monarchs marched in evil day,
And Britain joined the dire array ;
Though dear her shores and circling ocean,
Though many friendships, many youthful loves
Had swol❜n the patriot emotion

And flung a magic light o'er all her hills and groves;
Yet still my voice, unaltered, sang defeat

To all that braved the tyrant-quelling lance,