With that there came an arrow keen, Which ftruck Lord Douglas to the heart Who never spake more words than thefe, Then, leaving life, Lord Piercy took. A knight among the Scots there was, Who ftraight, in wrath, did vow revenge Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd,. And through Earl Piercy's body then,. With fuch a vehement force and might, The fpear ran through the other fide, He He had a bow bent in his hand, An arrow of a cloth-yard's length, Against Sir Hugh Montgomery then, The grey-goofe wing that was thereon, This fight did laft from break of day For when they rang the evening bell, Sir Robert Ratcliff and Sir John, Sir James that bold baron; For when his legs were fmitten off, And with Earl Douglas there were flain Sir Charles Murray, that from the field,. Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff too, Sir David Lamb fo well efteem'd, And the Lord Maxwel in likewife Of twenty hundred Englishmen The reft were flain at Chevy-chace, They wash'd their wounds in brinish tears; They kifs'd them dead a thousand times, I truft I have in my realm Five hundred as good as he. That Piercy of Northumberland I have not any captain more, Did many hundreds die. Thus ended the hunting of Chevy-chace, God fave the King, and blefs the land And grant henceforth, that foul debates The 324 The dying Chriftian to his foul. VITAL OD E. I. ITAL fpark of heav'nly flame! Quit, Oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the blifs of dying! Ceafe, fond nature, ceafe thy ftrife, And let me languish into life.. II. Hark! they whifper; angels fay, What is this abforbs me quite ? III. The world recedes; it difappears! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly ! Ŏ death where is thy fting? Excerpts 325 Excerpts from Thomson's SEASONS.. SPRIN G. OME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, COME, And from the bofom of yon dropping cloud, While mufick wakes around, veil'd in a fhower Of shadowing rofes, on our planes descend. AND fee where furly Winter paffes off, Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blafts: His blafts obey, and quit the howling hill, The hatter'd forreft, and the ravag'd vale; While fofter gales fucceed; at whofe kind touch, Diffolving fnows in livid torrents loft, The mountains lift their green heads to the fky. At laft from Aries rolls the bounteous fun, And the bright Bull receives him. Then no more, Th' expanfive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold; But, full of life and vivifying foul, Lifts the light clouds fublime, and fpreads them thin, Fleecy, and white, o'er all-furrounding heaven. Forth fly the tepid airs; and unconfin'd, Unbinding earth, the moving foftness strays. Joyous, th' impatient husbandman perceives Relenting nature, and his lufty steers Drives from their ftalls, to where the well-us'd plow |