After this proud foe subduing, When your patriot friends you see, And for England shamed in me.' Richard Glover. 85 CXLII 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— At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning, Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing, In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching-- At e'en, in the gloaming, nae younkers are roaming But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie- IO 15 'Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border! We'll hear nae mair lilting at the ewe-milking; Jane Elliott. 20 CXLIII WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE. A wee bird came to our ha' door; 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, 'Oh no, no, no,' the wee bird sang, Oh wae's me for Prince Charlie! 'O'er hills that are by right his ain My heart near bursted fairly: 'Dark night came on; the tempest howled Out owre the hills and valleys; 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 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.' A while he hovered on the wing, But weel I mind the farewell strain— 'Twas 'Wae's me for Prince Charlie !' 30 35 40 William Glen. CXLIV AN ODE. IN IMITATION OF ALCEUS. What constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound, Thick wall or moated gate; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned; 5 Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No :-men, high-minded men, 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, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : ΙΟ 15 These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill. The fiend, Dissension, like a vapour sinks, And e'en the all-dazzling Crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks. Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore! No more shall Freedom smile? Shall Britons languish, and be men no more? 'Tis folly to decline, 20 25 Those sweet rewards, which decorate the brave, 30 Sir William Jones. And steal inglorious to the silent grave. CXLV ODE. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1746. How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By fairy hands their knell is rung; William Collins. 5 10 CXLVI ODE ΤΟ THE CUCKOO. Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, What time the daisy decks the green, Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Delightful visitant! with thee 5 Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, 15 And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee! John Logan .20 25 |