 | I. |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. |
| XV. |
| XVI. |
| XVII. |
| XVIII. |
| XIX. |
| XX. |
| XXI. |
| XXII. |
| XXIII. |
| XXIV. |
| XXV. |
| XXVI. |
| XXVII. |
| XXVIII. |
|
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
381
IX. MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.
Strong Land, by Wallace trod and Bruce: brave LandThat broke great Edward's ranks at Bannockburn:
Fair Land whose breast, upheaved in Faith's bright morn
Breathed forth, like sighs of joy, these fanes that stand
Even now on Stirling's rock, Iona's strand;
How long shall Justice point with sorrowing scorn
At that sole act which on thy brow time-worn
So long unblemished, stamped so dark a brand?
A Queen there was, struck down in beauty's prime,
Captive till death, religious, fearless, true:
The calumny that dogged her was a crime
Of edge more trenchant than the axe that slew.
False nobles wrecked her, and a Rival's hate—
Repent that wrong thy tears alone can expiate!
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |