Bothwell A Poem In Six Parts: By William Edmondstoune Aytoun: Third Edition, Revised |
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Down came the rain with steady pour,It splashed the pools among our feet;
Each minute seemed in length an hour,
As each went by, yet uncomplete.
“Hell! should it fail, our plot is vain!
Bolton—you have mislaid the light!
Give me the key—I'll fire the train,
Though I be partner of his flight!”
“Stay, stay, my Lord! you shall not go!
'Twere madness now to near the place;
The soldiers' fuses burn but slow;
Abide, abide a little space!
There's time enough”—
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