Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, Lochiel. False Wizard, avaunt; I have marshaled my clan· Wizard. Lochiel! Lochiel! beware of the day! Now, in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight: 'T is finished. Their thunders are hushed on the moora; But where is the iron-bound prisoner? where? Say, mounts he the ocean-wave, banished, forlorn, Like a limb from his country, cast bleeding and torn? Ah, no! for a darker departure is near; The war-drum is muffled; and black is the bier; Accursed be the faggots that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, Lochiel. Down, soothless insulter! I trust not the tale, For never shall Albin a destiny meet, So black with dishonor, so foul with retreat. Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, And louder, louder, louder, 3. Now like smiths at their forges And the "villainous saltpeter" As the swift Storm-drift, With hot sweeping anger, Then higher, higher, higher, 4. Then the old-fashioned colonel And his broad sword was swinging, Then the blue And the trooper jackets redden And rounder, rounder, rounder, CLXXXVII.-CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. 1. HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death, Rode the six hundred. "Charge!" was the captain's cry; Theirs not to make reply, Theirs but to do or die, Into the valley of death, rode the six hundred 2. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Into the mouth of hell, Into the jaws of death, rode the six hundred. 3. Cannon to right of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, They that had struck so well Rode through the jaws of death Half a league back again, Up from the mouth of hell All that was left of them, left of six hundred. 4. Honor the brave and bold! Yes, when our babes are old- CLXXVIII.-LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. 1. A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound, 2 "Now, who be ye would cross Loch-Gyle, "Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this-Lord Ullin's daughter. 3. "And fast before her father's men, 4. "His horsemen hard behind us ride: TENNYSON. Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?" 5. Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, "I'll go, my chief-I'm ready: It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady: 6. "And, by my word! the bonny bird So, though the waves are raging white, 7. By this, the storm grew loud apace, 8. But still, as wilder grew the wind, 66 Their trampling sounded nearer. 9. "O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, 10. The boat has left the stormy land, When, oh! too strong for human hand, 11. And while they rowed, amid the roar Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. 12. For, sore dismayed, through storm and shade, His child he did discover; One lovely arm she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. 13. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, 'Across this stormy water: And I'll forgive your Highland chief: My daughter! oh, my daughter!" 14. 'T was vain: the loud waves lashed the shore, The waters wild went o'er his child, CAMPBELL |