« 前へ次へ »
Now toil'd the Bruce, the battle done,
To use his conquest boldly won;
Fell faintly on his ear;
The wounded knight drew near.
He strove even then to couch his lance-
The effort was in vain !
The spur-stroke fail'd to rouse the horse;
Then foremost was the generous Bruce To raise his head, his helm to loose ;
“ Lord Earl, the day is thine ! My Sovereign's charge, and adverse fate, Have made our meeting all too late :
Yet this may Argentine, As boon from ancient comrade, craveA Christian's mass, a soldier's grave."
Bruce press’d his dying hand-its grasp Kindly replied; but, in his clasp,
It stiffen'd and grew cold“ And, O farewell !” the victor cried, “Of chivalry the flower and pride,
The arm in battle bold,
The courteous mien, the noble race,
The stainless faith, the manly face ! Bid Ninian's convent light their shrine, For late-wake of De Argentine.
O'er qetter knight on death-bier laid,
Nor for De Argentine alone,
Of Baron, Earl, and Banneret;
Yet mourn not, Land of Fame !
Since Norman William came.
Oft may thine annals justly boast
Grudge not her victory,
When for her free-born rights she strove ; Rights dear to all who freedom love,
To none so dear as thee !
Turn we to Bruce, whose curious ear
6 For the mute Page had spoke.”“ Page !” said Fitz-Louis, " rather say, An angel sent from realms of day,
To burst the English yoke.
Spoke he with none?”—“. With none-one word Burst when he saw the Island Lord,
Returning from the battle-field.”_
66 What answer made the Chief?"_“He kneelid,
Durst not look up, but mutter'd low,
Even upon Bannock’s bloody plain, ,
66 Then must we call the church to aid
Our will be to the Abbot known,
Ere these strange news are wider blown,