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With that there came an arrow keen,
Out of an English bow,
Which struck Lord Douglas to the heart
A deep and deadly blow;
Who never spake more words than these,
Fight on my merry men all;
For why, my life is at an end :
Lord Piercy sees me fall. .
Then, leaving life, Lord Piercy took
The dead man by the hand,
And said, Lord Douglas, for thy life.
Would I had lost my land.
Oh but my very heart doth bleed
With sorrow for thy fake :
For fure a more renowned knight
Mischance did never take.
A knight among the Scots there was,
Which saw Earl Douglas die ;
Who straight, in wrath, did vow revenge .
Upon the Earl Piercy.
Sir Hugh Montgomery was he callid,
Who, with a spear full bright,
Well mounted on a gallant steed,
Ran fiercely thro' the fight.
He pass'd the English archers all,
Without all dread or fear,
And through Earl Piercy's body then,
He thrust his hateful spear : :
With such a vehement force and might,
It did his body gore, .
The spear ran through the other side,
A large cloth-yard and more.
So thys did both these nobles die,
Whose courage none could stain. An English archer then perceiv'd
His noble Lord was Nain; ...
He had a bow bent in his hand,
Made of a trusty tree,
An arrow of a cloth-yard's length,
Unto the head drew he ;
Against Sir Hugh Montgomery then,
So right his shaft he fet,
The grey-goose wing that was thereon,
In his heart-blood was wet.
This fighe did last from break of day
Till setting of the fun ;
For when they rang the evening bell,
The battle scarce was done. i.
With the Lord Piercy there were Rain:
Sir John of Ogerton,
Sir Robert Ratcliff and Sir John,
Sir James that bold baron ;
Sir George; and also good Sir Hugh,
Both knights of good account ;
Good Sir Ralph Roby there was sain,
Whose prowess did surmount.
For Witherington L needs must wail,
As one in doleful dumps :
For when his legs were smitten off,
He fought still on his stumps..
And with Earl Douglas there were Nain-
Sir Hugh Montgomery ;
Sir Charles Murray, that from the field,
One foot would never fee ;
Sir Charles Murray.of Ratcliff too,
His sister's son was he ;.
Sir David Lamb so well esteem’d,
Yet saved could not be ;
And the Lord Maxwel in likewise
Did with Earl Douglas die.-
Of fifteen hundred Scottish spears
Went home but fifty three :
Of twenty hundred Englishmen
Scarce fifty five did fee :
The rest were slain at Chevy-chace,
. Under the green-wood tree.
Next day did may widows come,
Their husbands to bewail ;
They wash'd'their wounds in brinish. tears ;
. But all could not prevail.
Their bodies, bath'd in purple blood,
They bare with them away :
They kiss'd them dead a thousand times,
When they were cold as clay.
The news were brought to Edinburgh,
Where Scotland's King did reign,
That brave Earl Douglas suddenly
Was with an arrow flain.
Now God be with him, said our King,
Sith 'twill no better be: .
I trust I have in my realm .
Five hundred as good as he.
Like tidings to King Henry came,
Within as short a space,
That Piercy of Northumberland
Was slain at Chevy-chace.
O heavy news, King Henry said,
England can witness be,
I have not any captain more,
Of such account as he..
Now of the rest of small account, sols
Did many hundreds die.
Thus ended the hunting of Chevy-chace, .
Made by the Earl Piercy.
God save the King, and bless the land
· With plenty, joy and peace ;
And, grant henceforth, that foul debates'
'Twixt noblemen may cease. i
" The dying Christian to his soul.
OD E. ;
V Ital spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, Oh quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, Aying,
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
' Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life..
Hark! they whisper; angels fay,
Sister spirit, come away,
What is this absorbs me quite ?
· Steals my senses, shuts my fight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my foul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears !
Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring :
Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! Ily!
O grave ! where is thy victory ?
o death! where is thy fting ?
Excerpts from Thomson's Seasons.' .
rome, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While musick wakes around, veil'd in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our planes descend.
And see where surly, Winter passes off,
Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts :
His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill,
The shatter'd forrest, and the ravag'd vale ;
While softer gales succeed; at whose kind
Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost,
The mountains lift their green heads to the
At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun,
And the bright Bull receives him. Then no
Th’expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold;
But, full of life and vivifying soul,
Lifts the light clouds sublime, and spreads them
Fleecy, and white, o’er all-surrounding heaven,
Forth fly the tepid airs; and unconfin'd,
Unbinding earth, the moving softness strays.
Joyous, th’impatient husbandman perceives
Relenting nature, and his lusty steers
Drives from their stalls, to where the well-us'd