LOCHINVAR. SIR WALTER SCOTT. O YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bride's-men and kinsmen, and brothers, and all; "I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, 5 10 20 25 She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, So stately his form, and so lovely her face, While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near : So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung ! So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur! They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan : Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? 30 35 40 45 THE DEFENCE OF LUCKNOW. ALFRED TENNYSON. BANNER of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou Floated in conquering battle, or flapped to the battle-cry! Never with mightier glory than when we had reared thee on high, Flying at top of the roofs in the ghastly siege of Lucknow ; Shot through the staff or the halyard, but ever we raised thee anew, And ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew. 5 Frail were the works that defended the hold that we held with our lives, Women and children among us, God help them, our children and wives! Hold it we might, and for fifteen days, or for twenty at most. "Never surrender, I charge you, but every man die at his post!" ΙΟ Voice of the dead whom we loved, our Lawrence, the best of the brave: Cold were his brows when we kissed him, we laid him that night in his grave. "Every man die at his post!" and there hailed on our houses and halls Death from their rifle-bullets, and death from their cannon-balls, Death in our innermost chamber, and death at our slight barricade, Death while we stood with the musket, and death while we stooped to the spade, Death to the dying, and wounds to the wounded, for often there fell, Striking the hospital wall, crashing through it, their shot and their shell; Death, for their spies were among us, their marksmen were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke through the brain that could think for the rest. 20 Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would rain at our feet; Fire from ten thousand at once of the rebels that girdled us round; Death at the glimpse of a finger from over the breadth of a street; Death from the heights of the mosque and the palace, and death in the ground! Mine? Yes, a mine! through the hole; Countermine ! down, down! and creep 25 Keep the revolver in hand! you can hear him, — the murderous mole ! Quiet, ah, quiet! wait till the point of the pickaxe be through! Click with the pick, coming nearer and nearer again than before; Now let it speak, and you fire, and the dark pioneer is no more; And ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew. 30 Ay, but the foe sprung his mine many times, and it chanced on a day, Soon as the blast of that underground thunder-clap echoed away, Dark through the smoke and the sulphur, like so many fiends in their hell, Cannon-shot, musket-shot, volley on volley, and yell upon yell, Fiercely on all the defences our myriad enemy fell. 35 What have they done? where is it? Out yonder. Guard the Redan! Storm at the Water-gate! storm at the Bailey-gate! storm! and it ran Surging and swaying all round us, as ocean on every side Plunges and heaves at a bank that is daily drowned by the tide, So many thousands that, if they be bold enough, who shall escape? Kill or be killed, live or die, they shall know we are soldiers and men! Ready! take aim at their leaders; their masses are gapped with our grape: Backward they reel like the wave, like the wave flinging forward again, Flying and foiled at the last by the handful they could not sub due; And ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew. 45 Handful of men as we were, we were English in heart and in limb; Strong with the strength of the race to command, to obey, to endure ; Each of us fought as if hope for the garrison hung but on him; Still could we watch at all points? We were every day fewer and fewer. There was a whisper among us, but only a whisper that passed: 50 theirs!" 55 Roar upon roar, in a moment two mines by the enemy sprung Clove into perilous chasms our walls and our poor palisades. Rifleman, true is your heart, but be sure that your hand be as true! Sharp is the fire of assault, better aimed are your flank fusillades ; Twice do we hurl them to earth from the ladders to which they had clung, Twice from the ditch where they shelter we drive them with handgrenades; And ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew. 60 Then on another wild morning another wild earthquake out-tore Clean from our lines of defence ten or twelve good paces or more. Rifleman, high on the roof, hidden there from the light of the sun, One has leapt up on the breach, crying out, "Follow me, follow me!" Mark him, he falls! then another, and him too, and down goes he. Had they been bold enough then, who can tell but the traitors had won? Boardings and rafters and doors an embrasure! make way for the gun! Now double-charge it with grape! It is charged, and we fire, and they run ! |