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That he might neither fight nor flee;
“Yes! I am come of high degree,
For I am the heir of bold Buccleuch; And if thou dost not set me free,
False Southron, thou shalt dearly rue! For Walter of Harden shall come with speed, And William of Deloraine, good at need, And every Scott from Esk to Tweed ; And, if thou dost not let me go, Despite thy arrows and thy bow, I'll have thee hanged to feed the crow!”
“Gramercy, for thy good will, fair boy!
Our wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand,
Thou'lt make them work upon the Border.
SCOTT. THE RAVEN.
UNDERNEATH an old oak tree
Where then did the Raven go ?
He went high and low,
Many Autumns, many Springs,
At length he came back, and with him a She,
The boughs from the trunk the woodman did sever;
Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,
ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION.
Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet, and thrush say, "I love and I love !”
I In the winter they're silentthe wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving—all come back together. But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he“I love my Love, and my Love loves me !"
SONG-ON MAY MORNING.
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled ;
Shone round him o'er the dead.
* Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the admiral of the Orient, remained at his post, in the battle of the Nile, after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned; and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A proud, though child-like form.
Without his Father's word ;
His voice no longer heard.
If yet my task be done?”
Unconscious of his son.
"If I may yet be gone! And”--but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
And in his waving hair ;
In still, but brave despair.
"My Father! must I stay ?” While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They caught the flag on high,
Like banners in the sky.
The boy-oh! where was he?
With fragments strewed the sea !