On them gleamed the moon's wan lustre, 'Heed, O heed, our fatal story. I am Hosier's injured ghost, You now triumph free from fears, 'See these mournful spectres, sweeping Ghastly o'er this hated wave, 20 25 30 Whose wan cheeks are stained with weeping; 35 'I, by twenty sail attended, Did this Spanish town affright : I had cast them with disdain, 40 45 And obeyed my heart's warm motion, To have quelled the pride of Spain. 'For resistance I could fear none, But with twenty ships had done 50 6 What thou, brave and happy Vernon, Had our foul dishonour seen, Of this gallant train had been. Thus, like thee, proud Spain dismaying, I had met a traitor's doom; 55 60 To have fall'n, my country crying, Had been better far than dying Of a grieved and broken heart. 65 'Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail; 'Hence, with all my train attending Here I feed my constant woe: Here the bastimentos viewing, 70 75 After this proud foe subduing, When your patriot friends you see, And for England shamed in me.' 85 Richard Glover. CXLVII LAMENT FOR FLODDEN. I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a' lilting before dawn o' day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning— The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning, Lasses are lonely and dowie and wae; Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing, In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, At e'en, in the gloaming, nae younkers are roaming 4 1Ο 15 20 'Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border! N Jane Elliott. CXLVIII WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE. A wee bird came to our ha' door; And aye the o'ercome o' his sang Was 'Wae's me for Prince Charlie!' Oh! when I heard the bonny, bonny bird, The tears came drapping rarely ; I took my bonnet aff my head, For weel I lo'ed Prince Charlie. Quoth I: 'My bird, my bonny, bonny bird, Or is't some words ye've learned by rote, 'O'er hills that are by right his ain He roams a lonely stranger; For sadly changed indeed was he- 5 10 15 20 'Dark night came on; the tempest howled 25 Out owre the hills and valleys; And whare was't that your Prince lay down, He rowed him in a Highland plaid, But now the bird saw some red coats, 'Oh, this is no a land for me I'll tarry here nae langer.' Ere he departed fairly; But weel I mind the farewell strain 'Twas 'Wae's me for Prince Charlie !' 30 35 40 William Glen. CXLIX AN ODE. IN IMITATION OF ALCEUS. What constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound, Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned; Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : 5 ΙΟ 15 |