And stretching his arms-as eath As if the gyves had been a wreath All saw the stranger's similitude Then uprose the Danes at last to deliver Their chief, and shouting with one accord, But down went axes and spears and bows, The archer's hand on the string was stopp'd, And down, like reeds laid flat by the wind, Their lifted weapons dropp'd. The Saint then gave a signal mute, And though Ulvfagre will'd it not, Till hands invisible shook the wall, On Ulvfagre's helm it crash'd- And the pauses amidst his speech "Go back, ye wolves, to your dens," (he cried,) "And tell the nations abroad, How the fiercest of your herd has died That slaughter'd the flock of God. Gather him bone by bone, And take with you o'er the flood The fragments of that avenging stone That drank his heathen blood. These are the spoils from Iona's sack, The only spoils ye shall carry back; And I come in the name of the Lord A remnant was call'd together, A doleful remnant of the Gaël, And the Saint in the ship that had brought him hither Took the mourners to Innisfail. Unscathed they left Iona's strand, When the opal morn first flush'd the sky, For the Norse dropp'd spear, and bow, and brand, And look'd on them silently; Safe from their hiding-places came Orphans and mothers, child and dame : But, alas! when the search for Reullura spread, No answering voice was given, For the sea had gone o'er her lovely head, THE TURKISH LADY. "Twas the hour when rites unholy Call'd each Paynim voice to prayer, And the star that faded slowly Left to dews the fresher'd air Day her sultry fires had wasted, Half oblivion of his woes. Then 'twas from an Emir's palace Tell me, captive, why in anguish Foes have dragg'd thee here to dwell, Where poor Christians as they languish Hear no sound of Sabbath bell?" ""Twas on Transylvania's Bannat, When the Crescent shone afar, In that day of desolation, Lady, I was captive made; Bleeding for my Christian nation By the walls of high Belgrade." "Captive! could the brightest jewel From my turban set thee free ?" Lady, no!-the gift were cruel, 66 Ransom'd, yet if reft of thee. Say, fair princess! would it grieve thee Christian climes should we behold?" "Nay, bold knight! I would not leave thee Were thy ransom paid in gold!" Now in Heaven's blue expansion When to quit her father's mansion "Fly we then, while none discover! Tyrant barks, in vain ye ride!"Soon at Rhodes the British lover Clasp'd his blooming Eastern bride. THE BRAVE ROLAND. THE brave Roland!-the brave Roland!False tidings reach'd the Rhenish strand That he had fallen in fight; And thy faithful bosom swoon'd with pain, O loveliest maiden of Allémayne ! For the loss of thine own true knight. But why so rash has she ta'en the veil, For her vow had scarce been sworn, Wo! wo! each heart shall bleed-shall brea She would have hung upon his neck, Had he come but yester-even; And he had clasp'd those peerless charms Yet Roland the brave-Roland the true He could not bid that spot adieu; It was dear still 'midst his woes; There's yet one window of that pile, (When the chant and organ sounded slow) For herself he might not see. She died! He sought the battle-plain; When he fell and wish'd to fall: And her name was in his latest sigh, THE SPECTRE BOAT. A BALLAD. LIGHT rued false Ferdinand to leave a lovely maid for. lorn, Who broke her heart and died to hide her blushing cheek from scorn. One night he dreamt he woo'd her in their wonted bower of love, Where the flowers sprang thick around them, and the sang sweet above. birds |