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Thy ransome I will freely give,
And this report of thee,
That ever I did see.”
“Noe, Douglas," quoth Erle Percy then,
Thy proffer I doe scorne; I will not yeeld to any Scott
That ever yett was borne.”
With that, there came an arrow keene
Out of an English bow, Which struck Erle Douglas to the heart,
A deepe and deadlye blow; Who never spake more words than these :
Fight on, my merry men all ;
Lord Percy sees my fall.”
The dead man by the hand;
Wold I have lost my land.
Ah me! my verry heart doth bleed
With sorrow for thy sake;
Mischance did never take."
A knight amongst the Scotts there was
Which saw Erle Douglas dye,
Upon the Erle Percy :
Who, with a spere full bright,
Ran fiercely through the fight,
THE BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE.
And past the English archers all,
Without a dread or feare;
He thrust his hateful spere ;
He did his body gore,
A large cloth-yard and more.
Whose courage none could staine.
The noble erle was slaine :
Against Sir Hugh Mountgomery
So right the shaft he sett,
In his heart's bloode was wett.
This fight did last from breake of day
Till setting of the sunne ;
The battell scarce was done.
Sir John of Egerton,
Sir James the bold barròn.
Both knights of good account,
For Witherington my heart is woe,
That ever he slaine should be:
He knelt and fought on his knee.
And with Erle Douglas there was slaine
Sir Hugh Mountgomery;
One foot wold never flee.
Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliffe too,
His sister's sonne was hee;
But saved he cold not bee.
And the Lord Maxwell in like case
'Did with Erle Douglas dye ;
Scarce fifty-five did flye.
Went home but fifty-three;
Under the greene woode tree.
Next day did many widdowes come
Their husbands to bewayle ;
But all wold not prevayle.
Their bodyes, bathed in purple blood,
They bore with them away;
Ere they were cladd in clay.
The news was brought to Eddenborrow,
Where Scottland's king did raigne, That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye
Was with an arrow slaine :
THE BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE.
“O heavye news !" King James did say;
“Scottland can witness bee, I have not any captaine more
Of such account as hee."
Like tydings to King Henry came
Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland
Was slaine in Chevy Chace.
“Now God bee with him," sayd our king,
“Sith 'twill noe better bee; I trust I have within my realme
Five hundred as good as hee.
Yet shall not Scotts nor Scottland say,
But I will vengeance take; Ile bee revenged on them all,
For brave Erle Percie's sake.”
This vow full well the king perform’d,
After, at Humbledown;
With lords of high renowne;
And of the rest, of small account,
Did many hundreds dye.
Made by the Erle Percy.
With plenty, joy, and peace ;
'Twixt noblemen may cease.
1 The battle of Humbledown, or Homildon Hill, was fought in 1402. On this occasion the Earl of Northumberland and his son Hotspur gained a victory over the Scots.
Born A.D. 1608, died A.D. 1674.
From the Paradise Lost.
Address to Light. Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heav'n first-born, Or of th’ Eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is Light,
I And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heav'ns thou wert; and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite. Thee I revisit now with bolder wing, Escaped the Stygian pool, though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne, With other notes than to th' Orphean lyre, I sung of Chaos and eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to re-ascend, Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp ; but thou Revisit’st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill,