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To give each Chief and every field its fame :
And red Barossa shouts for dauntless GRÆME! O for a verse of tumult and of flame,
Bold as the bursting of their cannon sound, To bid the world re-echo to their fame!
For never, upon gory battle-ground,
Who brought a race regenerate to the field,
Tempered their headlong rage, their courage steeled, And raised fair Lusitania's fallen shield,
And gave new edge to Lusitania's sword, And taught her sons forgotten arms to wield
Shivered my harp, and burst its every chord, If it forgot thy worth, victorious BERESFORD!
xv. Not on that bloody field of battle won,
Though Gaul's proud legions rolled like mist away, Was half his self-devoted valour shown,
He gaged but life on that illustrious day; But when he toiled those squadrons to array,
Who fought like Briton's in the bloody game, Sharper than Polish pike or assagay,
He braved the shafts of censure and of shame,
Beneath the warrior's vest affection's wound,
Danger and fate be sought, but glory found.
The wanderer went ; yet, Caledonia I still
He dreamed 'mid Alpine cliffs of Athole's hill,
Whose war-cry oft has waked the battle-swell,
Wild sounding when the Roman rampart fell !
But ne'er from pronder field arose the name,
XVIII. But all too long, through seas unknown and dark,
(With Spenser's parable I close my tale). By shoal and rock hath steered my venturous bark ;
And landward now I drive before the gale: And now the blue and distant shore I hail,
And nearer now I see the port expand, And now I gladly furl my weary sail,
And, as the prow light touches on the strand, I strike my red-cross flag, and bind my skiff to land.
JOHN B. S. MORRITT ESQ.,
THE SCENE OF WHICH IS LAID IN HIS BEAUTIFUL
DEMESNE OF ROKEBY,
IN TOKEN OF SINCERE FRIENDSHIP,
ADVERTISEMENT TO FIRST EDITION, 1813.
The scene of this poem is laid at Rokeby, near Greta Bridge, in Yorkshire, and shifts to the adjacent fortress of Barnard Castle, and to other places in that vicinity.
The time occupied by the action is a space of five days, three of which are supposed to elapse between the end of the Fifth and beginning of the Sixth Canto.
The date of the supposed events is immediately subsequent to the great battle of Marston Moor, 3d July 1644. This period of public confusion has been chosen, without any purpose of combining the Fable with the Military or Political Events of the Civil War, but only as affording & degree of probability to the Fictitious Narrative now presented to the Public.
The Moon is in her summer glow,
Those towers, which in the changeful gleam