| 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 |  | 
To tell of all the deeds of might
That there were done from morn to night.
Would steep my virgin patroness
To the fair bosom in distress:
And to relate the deeds of doom
Wrought by the royal young bridegroom,
Would class my song 'mid fabulous lore,
A folly I indulge no more.
Whene'er a breach was made in flank
Or rear of Albyn's battle rank,
There was MacUiston to supply
The breach, and quell the enemy:
Alas! he struck a foe too late
When brave old Colmar met his fate.
But yet the sire upraised his head,
And feebly laugh'd, and bless'd the deed;
Then, bending back his rigid form,
Like shrivell'd pine beneath the storm,
He fix'd his latest visive ray
Upon the glorious God of Day;
And some weak piping sounds were heard,
As if a joy with terror jarr'd;
The parting spirit's last recess
From dust and dreary nothingness!
That there were done from morn to night.
Would steep my virgin patroness
To the fair bosom in distress:
And to relate the deeds of doom
Wrought by the royal young bridegroom,
Would class my song 'mid fabulous lore,
A folly I indulge no more.
Whene'er a breach was made in flank
Or rear of Albyn's battle rank,
There was MacUiston to supply
The breach, and quell the enemy:
Alas! he struck a foe too late
When brave old Colmar met his fate.
But yet the sire upraised his head,
And feebly laugh'd, and bless'd the deed;
Then, bending back his rigid form,
Like shrivell'd pine beneath the storm,
He fix'd his latest visive ray
Upon the glorious God of Day;
And some weak piping sounds were heard,
As if a joy with terror jarr'd;
The parting spirit's last recess
From dust and dreary nothingness!
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