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Where'er the royal Edward fonght,
Brave Gordon aye would wend; And Edward, like a noble prince,
Was ever Gordon's friend. Anonymous.
HUME AND MURRAY.
A wortliy wight was he;
He caus'd his foes to flee.
Of years scant twenty-five;
He fear'd no man alive.
And comely was his face;
Hung down his neck with grace.
When angry, from them came;
He wooed the yielding dame.
And taught the blood to flow :
He chas'd the bounding roe.
“My soul is sick with love;
Thy faith I mean to prove:
• Oft hast thou told me, trust my aid,
In any bold emprize'--
Accurs'd be who denies!
The word which once I promis'd have,
I still will keep to death :
I'm thine while I have breath.'
• Then saddle straight thy dapple steed,
And take thy bow in hand; While I, to serve in time of need,
Gird on my trusty band.
· And let us straight to Langley's haste,
A churlish knight and bold;
Is she I long to enfold.
*He is a knight of Percy's train;
And, when a hostage there, I strove fair Rosaline to gain,
But he refus'd my prayer.
• O Rosaline! how passing fair,
How beautiful art thou ! Like clust'ring blossoms waves thy hair
Upon the summer bough.
Thy forehead mocks the mountain-snow,
Thy lips the scarlet thread; Thy cheeks, where blooming roses grow,
Is Cupid's fragrant bed.
In her sweet eyes his form he shrouds,
And whets his darts of war;
Whence breaks the morning star.
• Her teeth the iv'ry laugh to scorn;
Her neck the crystal clear,
The streams of life appear.
" The down of whitest swans 'twere shame
To say her breast exceeds;
Of love and virtue feeds.'
“Why sit we here,' quoth Murray, 'then,
And spend our time in words? Let us together call our men,
And bid them take their swords.'
Nay, Murray, nay, but thou and I
Must do this deed alone !! • Let us,' brave Murray answered, 'fly,
The deed it shall be done.'
Each mounted then his dapple steed,
They left the Scottish strand; Through Langley's wood they now proceed,
In fair Northumberland.
They reach'd the gate at morning tide,
The gate of Langley-place; When, through a window, Rosaline, spied
Her stately lover's pace.
What light dispels the morning gloom!
'Tis she! my love! 'tis she !! Then to the ditch-side hasted Hume,
And lowly bent his knee.
With speed she through the window pass’d,
And lit upon the ground; While Hume he cross'd the ditch with haste,
He did not stay to sound.
He bore her down the bank so steep,
He wanted not a guide;
And landed on t'other side.
They spurr'd their dapple steeds along,
Their steeds outstripp'd the wind; And soon was Langley's castle strong
Full many a mile behind.
'Langley, awake!' the porter cries,
Your daughter's fled away;
Pursue without delay!
Then Langley call’d his four bold sons,
As bold as bold could be ;
And scours across the lee.
They spur their steeds with mickle might,
Till, on a rising hill,
Yet onward prick they still.
They see the lovers ford the Tweed,
To whom thus Murray kind,
Nay, Heav'n forefend! brave Hume replied,
• That thou alone shouldst stand, I'll fix my feet thy feet beside,
And meet yon hostile band.'
• Fly on, fly on,' bold Murray cries,
· For know, unless I dream, Unless my bow-string fail, or eges,
Not one shall cross the stream.'
O spare my father's valued life!'
Quoth Rosaline, with a sigh; • O spare my brethren in the strife'
Quoth Murray, ' None shall die.'
The lovers fled-His bow he drew,
And twang’d with utmost force, The arrow from the elastic yew
Straight killd the foremost horse.
Again he shot, nor miss'd his aim,
Another horse fell dead;
And then bold Murray fled.
He join'd the lovers in their flight,
The happy deed he told ;
Which fear before made cold.