William Edmondstoune Aytoun
William Edmondstoune Aytoun Poems
|1.||The Burial March Of Dundee||4/15/2010|
|2.||The Heart Of The Bruce||4/15/2010|
|3.||The Massacre Of Macpherson||1/3/2003|
|4.||The Sheik Of Sinai In 1830||4/15/2010|
|5.||The Widow Of Glencoe||4/15/2010|
|6.||The Refusal Of Charon||1/3/2003|
|7.||The Old Camp||4/15/2010|
|8.||The Old Scotish Cavalier||4/15/2010|
|9.||The Buried Flower||4/15/2010|
|12.||Blind Old Milton||1/3/2003|
|13.||Danube And The Euxine||4/15/2010|
|14.||Epitaph Of Constantine Kanaris||4/15/2010|
|15.||The Broken Pitcher||4/15/2010|
|16.||Charles Edward At Versailles||4/15/2010|
|17.||The Execution Of Montrose||1/1/2004|
|18.||The Island Of The Scots||4/15/2010|
|19.||Edinburgh After Flodden||4/15/2010|
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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 ...
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
I must repose, it may be, half forgot.
Yes! I have broke the hard and bitter bread
For many a year, and with those who trembled not
To buckle on their armor for the fight,
And set themselves against the tyrant's lot;