HADDON HALL. HADDON within thy silent halls, A holy spell pervades thy gloom, And the dread stillness of the tomb Reigns o'er thy hallow'd, haunted, ground. King of the Peak! thy hearth is lone, Where are the high and stately dames They slumber low, and in the dust, Prostrate and fall'n the warrior lies; Those arms which once blazed through the field Arise ye! Mighty dead, arise ! Can Vernon, Rutland, Stanley sleep? Whose gallant hearts and eagle eyes, Disdained alike to crouch or weep? And ye who owned the orbs of light, In the cold sleep of endless night, Say, do the Vernon's daughters bow? No, no, they wake! a seraph guard, Which Time has spared, nor man has marr'd Haddon thy chivalry are fled! The tilt and tourney's brave array, Where knights in steel, from heel to head, Bore love's or honor's prize away.. |