William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Aytoun was the only son of a prosperous Edinburgh family. The fierce Jacobitism and love of ballads of his mother, Joan Keir Aytoun, had a lasting influence upon Aytoun's own political and literary preferences. His father, Roger Aytoun, was a leading writer to the Signet; this was a superior order of solicitors peculiar to Scotland, among whose privileges was that of appearing before the Court of Sessions, the supreme civil court of the kingdom. Roger Aytoun planned William's education carefully, preparing him with a private tutor for three years before sending him to the newly opened Edinburgh Academy in 1824 and to Edinburgh University in 1828. The university curriculum was basically ... more »
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William Edmondstoune Aytoun Poems
Edinburgh After Flodden
I. News of battle!-news of battle! Hark! 'tis ringing down the street:
The Island Of The Scots
I. The Rhine is running deep and red, The island lies before-
The Execution Of Montrose
COME hither, Evan Cameron! Come, stand beside my knee: I hear the river roaring down Towards the wintry sea.
Charles Edward At Versailles
Take away that star and garter- Hide them from my aching sight: Neither king nor prince shall tempt me
The Broken Pitcher
It was a Moorish maiden was sitting by a well, And what the maiden thought of, I cannot, cannot, tell,
Epitaph Of Constantine Kanaris
I am Constantine Kanaris: I, who lie beneath this stone, Twice into the air in thunder Have the Turkish galleys blown.
Danube And The Euxine
'Danube, Danube! wherefore com'st thou Red and raging to my caves? Wherefore leap thy swollen waters
Blind Old Milton
Place me once more, my daughter, where the sun May shine upon my old and time-worn head, For the last time, perchance. My race is run; And soon amidst the ever-silent dead
On the holy mount of Ida, Where the pine and cypress grow,
I. 'Wilt not lay thee down in quiet slumber? Weary dost thou seem, and ill at rest;
The Buried Flower
In the silence of my chamber, When the night is still and deep, And the drowsy heave of ocean
The Refusal Of Charon
Why look the distant mountains So gloomy and so drear? Are rain clouds passing o’er them, Or is the tempest near?
The Old Camp
I. There is a cloud before the sun, The wind is hushed and still,
The Old Scotish Cavalier
I. Come listen to another song, Should make your heart beat high,
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Edinburgh After Flodden
News of battle!-news of battle!
Hark! 'tis ringing down the street:
And the archways and the pavement
Bear the clang of hurrying feet.
News of battle? Who hath brought it?
News of triumph? Who should bring
Tidings from our noble army,
Greetings from our gallant King?
All last night we watched the beacons
Blazing on the hills afar,
Each one bearing, as it kindled,
Message of the opened war.
All night long the northern streamers
Shot across the trembling sky:
Fearful lights, that never beckon
Save when kings or heroes ...