Man, hound, or horse, of higher fame, To wake the wild deer never came, Since Alnwick's Earl pursued the game On Cheviot's rueful day; Keeldar was matchless in his speed, Than Tarras, ne'er was stancher steed, A peerless archer, Percy Rede: And right dear friends were they. The chase engross'd their joys and woes, Together at the dawn they rose, Still hunted in his dream. Now is the thrilling moment near, The signs the hunters know ;With eyes of flame, and quivering ears The brake sagacious Keeldar nears; The restless palfrey paws and rears; The archer strings his bow. The game's afoot!-Halloo! Halloo! Hunter, and horse, and hound pursue; But woe the shaft that erring flew,— And gallant Keeldar's life-blood true Has drench'd the grey-goose wing. The noble hound-he dies, he dies, Death, death has glazed his fixed eyes, Stiff on the bloody heath he lies, Without a groan or quiver. Now day may break and bugle sound, And whoop and hollow ring around, And o'er his couch the stag may bound, But Keeldar sleeps for ever. Dilated nostrils, staring eyes, But he that bent the fatal bow, In speechless grief recline; Dear master, was it thine? 'And if it be, the shaft be bless'd, Which sure some erring aim address'd, Since in your service prized, caress'd I in your service die; And you may have a fleeter hound, To match the dun-deer's merry bound, But by your couch will ne'er be found So true a guard as I.' And to his last stout Percy rued The fatal chance, for when he stood 'Gainst fearful odds in deadly feud, And fell amid the fray, E'en with his dying voice he cried, 'Had Keeldar but been at my side, Your treacherous ambush had been spied I had not died to-day !' Remembrance of the erring bow Long since had join'd the tides which flow, Conveying human bliss and woe Down dark oblivion's river; And, in her Cooper's colours drest, The And rain is descending; the wind rises loud; the moon her red beacon has veil'd with a cloud; 'Tis the better, my mates! for the warder's dull eye Shall in confidence slumber, nor dream we are nigh. Our steeds are impatient! I hear my blithe Grey! There is life in his hoof-clang, and hope in his neigh; Like the flash of a meteor, the glance of his mane Shall marshal your march through the darkness and rain. The drawbridge has dropp'd, the bugle has blown ; One pledge is to quaff yet-then mount and begone!To their honour and peace, that shall rest with the slain; To their health and their glee, that see Teviot again! INSCRIPTION FOR THE MONUMENT OF THE REV. GEORGE SCOTT. (1830.) To youth, to age, alike, this tablet pale Tells the brief moral of its tragic tale. Art thou a parent? Reverence this bier, The parents' fondest hopes lie buried here. Art thou a youth, prepared on life to start, With opening talents and a generous heart, Fair hopes and flattering prospects all thine own? Lo! here their end-a monumental stone. But let submission tame each sorrow ing thought, LINES ON FORTUNE, A SKILFUL MECHANIST. (1831.) FORTUNE, my Foe, why dost thou frown on me? And will my Fortune never better be? Wilt thou, I say, for ever breed my pain? And wilt thou ne'er return my joys again? (No! let my ditty be henceforth-) Fortune, my Friend, how well thou favourest me! A kinder Fortune man did never see! Thou propp'st my thigh, thou ridd'st my knee of pain, Heaven crown'd its champion ere the I'll walk, I'll mount-I'll be a man fight was fought. again. END OF THE MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Notes to Miscellaneous Poems. WAR-SONG OF THE ROYAL EDIN BURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS. P. 701. 'Nennius. Is not peace the end of arms? Caratach. Not where the cause implies a general conquest. Had we a difference with some petty isle, Or making head against a slight commotion, And, where the sun makes ripe the fruit, their harvest, It must not be-No! as they are our foes, Bonduca. This War-Song was written during the apprehension of an invasion'. The corps of volunteers to which it was addressed was raised in 1797, consisting of gentlemen, mounted and armed at their own expense. It still subsists, as the Right Troop of the Royal Mid-Lothian Light Cavalry, commanded by the Honourable LieutenantColonel Dundas 2. The noble and constitutional measure of arming freemen in defence of their own rights was nowhere more successful than in Edinburgh, which furnished a force of 3000 armed and disciplined volunteers, including a regiment of cavalry, from the city and county, and two corps of artillery, each capable of serving twelve guns. To such a force, above all others, might, in similar circumstances, be applied the exhortation of our ancient Galgacus: 'Proinde ituri in aciem, et majores vestros et Posteros cogitate.' 1812. 1 The song originally appeared in the Scots Magazine for 1802.-LOCKHART. a Now Viscount Melville (1831). FAREWELL TO MACKENZIE. The original verses are arranged to a beautiful Gaelic air, of which the chorus is adapted to the double pull upon the oars of a galley, and which is therefore distinct from the ordinary jorrams, or boat-songs, They were composed by the Family Bard upon the departure of the Earl of Seaforth, who was obliged to take refuge in Spain, after an unsuccessful effort at insurrection in favour of the Stuart family, in the year 1718. PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU. This is a very ancient pibroch belonging to Clan MacDonald, and supposed to refer to the expedition of Donald Balloch, who, in a launched from the Isles with a consider force, invaded Lochaber, and at Inverlochy defeated and put to flight the Earls of Mar and Caithness, though at the head of an army superior to his own. The words of the set, theme, or melody, to which the pipe variations are applied, run thus in Gaelic:'Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil; Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil; Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil; Piob agus bratach air faiche Inverlochi.' 'The pipe-summons of Donald the Black, The pipe-summons of Donald the Black, The war-pipe and the pennon are on the gathering. place at Inverlochy.' MACKRIMMON'S LAMENT. Mackrimmon, hereditary piper to the Laird of Macleod, is said to have composed this Lament when the Clan was about to depart upon a distant and dangerous expedition. The Minstrel was impressed with à belief, which the event verified, that he was to be slain in the approaching feud; and hence the Gaelic words, 'Cha till ni tuille; ged thillis Macleod, cha till Mackrimmon, I shall never return; although Macleod returns, yet Mackrimmon shall never return!' The piece is but too well known, from its being the strain with which the emi. grants from the West Highlands and Isles usually take leave of their native shore. Poetry and Werse from the Waverley Novels. I. But on his fore-horse his wench he carries, And away to Tewin, away, away! The butler was quick, and the ale he did tap, The maidens did make the chamber full gay; The servants did give me a fuddling cup, And I did carry 't away, away. The smith of the town his liquor so took, That he was persuaded that the ground look'd blue; And I dare boldly be sworn on a book, Such smiths as he there's but a few. A posset was made, and the women did sip, And simpering said, they could eat no more; Full many a maiden was laid on the lip, I'll say no more, but give o'er, (give o'er). (APPENDIX TO GENERAL PREFACEapud QUEENHOO HALL.) |