Bothwell; A Poem In Six Parts by William Edmondstoune AytounBothwell; A Poem In Six Parts by William Edmondstoune Aytoun

Bothwell; A Poem In Six Parts

byWilliam Edmondstoune Aytoun

Paperback | February 5, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858. Excerpt: ... And every sound that rises up Gives token of the spring. Fair is the sight, yet strange to me; No memories I recall, While gazing on the headland cliffs, And waves that leap and fall; No visions of my boyish days, Or manhoods sterner prime, Arise from yonder watery waste, To cheer me for a time. For I was reared among the hills, Within a Border home, Where, brawling down their narrow glens, The mountain torrents come; And well I know the bonny braes Where the first primrose blows, And shrinking tufts of violets Rise from the melting snows, Ere yet the hazel leaf is out, Or birches show their green, Or, on the sad and sullen ash, A kindling bud is seen. 0 Hermitage, by Liddel's side, My old ancestral tower! Were I again but lord of thee--Not owning half the power That in my days of reckless pride I held, but cast away--1 would not leave thee, Border keep, Until my dying day! Wise was Buccleuch, and Cessford too, Who stoutly held their own, And little cared, amidst their clans, For threat from either throne. They range at will the mountain paths, They hear the falcon cry; And here, within a loathly cell, A fettered slave am I. ill. Who owns thee now, fair Hermitage 1 Who sits within my hall 1 What banner flutters in the breeze Above that stately wall 1 Does yet the court-yard ring with tramp Of horses and of men; Do bay of hounds and bugle-note Sound merry from the glen 1 Or art thou, as thy master is, A rent and ruined pile, Once noble, but deserted now By all that is not vile 1 What matters it? These eyes of mine Shall never see thee more; Still in my thought must thou abide As stately as of yore, When, Warden of the Marches three, In Mary's right I came To still the rugged Border feuds, And trample out the flame. IV. Good faith! I had but little zeal To ...
Title:Bothwell; A Poem In Six PartsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:52 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.11 inPublished:February 5, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217689485

ISBN - 13:9780217689489