Who stands must strive, who strives must fall;
The plunderer leaves his rifled hoard,
For round him is the marksman's ball,
Behind the red revenging sword.

A false game then Carmichael played,
As captive on the moor he stood;
He heard the slogan cry, and prayed

To still the tumult, quell the feud.
"But let me with Boonjeddart hie,
And if I have my own good will,
I'll shortly stint their savage cry,
And hang a hundred on the hill."

"But out on him for a traitor vilde !

Woe worth the hour, woe worth the day! He has driven our merrymen over the wild, And carried our bravest knights away. And though unscathed they do not ride, Since Mow is lamed and Symstone slain,

Yet ne'er shall gallant Heron guide

His border clans to the tryst again !"

Thus spake the page with a face of woe,
In the archéd oriel as he stood,
And drew the bonnet o'er his brow,
To wipe away the stain of blood.
The Ladye heaved nor sigh nor groan,
But bowed until the pang was fled,
Then paced apart her lone hearthstone,
And sadly shook her thoughtful head.

My husband and sire in the Scot's countrie,
These shall the Morton soon restore;

But O, my kinsman kind, for thee

My bosom bleeds, my tears run o'er !

Now moan, now moan, thou good greyhound, And tear thy locks, thou winsome maid; For the noblest knight upon English ground, Is perished in the Reidswire Raid!"

POEMS

BY

BENJAMIN BARRON WIFFEN.

Lines written on J. H. Wiffen's Translation of G. de Vega.

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Lines on Cambridge.

Memorial to a Friend.

Lines affixed to a Pedigree.

To the Memory of J. H. Wiffen.

The Friends' Burial Ground at Woburn Sands.

Lines on seeing the Bust of the Phidian Venus.

Lines on a Portrait of a Beautiful but unknown Lady.

Lines on a November Evening, after the Death of his Sister Sophia. 348

Lines on Love and Friendship.

Lines sent with a Collection of Autographs.

The Translator to his Book.

Fray Luis de Leon.

Retirement.

Invitation and Reply, from the Spanish.

Hymn of Girolamo Savanarola.

Sonnets by Bernardino Tasso.