The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
The poetical works of John Nicholson | ||
Come forth from thy hall, gallant Lister, come forth,
Let thy sons of the Ribble be armed for the north;
Tell Tempest, the Borderer's standard is nigh,
And the downfall of Craven's the Highlanders' cry.
The shade of some bard late has been near our hall,
He has sung to the winds that these turrets shall fall;
But not by the Northerns, for Wharf's crystal flood
Ere we yield, shall be changed to a torrent of blood.
Let thy sons of the Ribble be armed for the north;
Tell Tempest, the Borderer's standard is nigh,
And the downfall of Craven's the Highlanders' cry.
The shade of some bard late has been near our hall,
He has sung to the winds that these turrets shall fall;
But not by the Northerns, for Wharf's crystal flood
Ere we yield, shall be changed to a torrent of blood.
The poetical works of John Nicholson | ||