William Edmondstoune Aytoun Poems

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News of battle!-news of battle!
Hark! 'tis ringing down the street:
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The Rhine is running deep and red,
The island lies before-
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COME hither, Evan Cameron!
Come, stand beside my knee:
I hear the river roaring down
Towards the wintry sea.
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Take away that star and garter-
Hide them from my aching sight:
Neither king nor prince shall tempt me
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It was a Moorish maiden was sitting by a well,
And what the maiden thought of, I cannot, cannot, tell,
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I am Constantine Kanaris:
I, who lie beneath this stone,
Twice into the air in thunder
Have the Turkish galleys blown.
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'Danube, Danube! wherefore com'st thou
Red and raging to my caves?
Wherefore leap thy swollen waters
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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
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Why look the distant mountains
So gloomy and so drear?
Are rain clouds passing o’er them,
Or is the tempest near?
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'Wilt not lay thee down in quiet slumber?
Weary dost thou seem, and ill at rest;
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