The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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 | The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd |  |
What gathering shout is that begun?
Toward the lists it seems to run!
It heightens, gains, and swells around;
The skies are shaken with the sound,
While dancing swords and plumes give way,
Bespeaking tumult or deray.
Queen Hynde in middle step stood still,
Her sponsors paused with right good-will,
And Eric stepp'd aside to see
What meant that loud temerity.
That moment through the lists there sprung
A warrior, stalwart, lithe, and young,
Cover'd with foam and ocean brine,
And blood upon his brigantine;
Then pointing to the oriel frame,
That still was tinged with fading flame,
He cried, “Behold all is not lost!
I make appeal to Eric's host.”
Toward the lists it seems to run!
It heightens, gains, and swells around;
The skies are shaken with the sound,
While dancing swords and plumes give way,
Bespeaking tumult or deray.
Queen Hynde in middle step stood still,
Her sponsors paused with right good-will,
And Eric stepp'd aside to see
What meant that loud temerity.
That moment through the lists there sprung
A warrior, stalwart, lithe, and young,
Cover'd with foam and ocean brine,
And blood upon his brigantine;
Then pointing to the oriel frame,
That still was tinged with fading flame,
He cried, “Behold all is not lost!
I make appeal to Eric's host.”
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