PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU. SIR WALTER SCOTT. PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to the summons! Come in your war array, Come from deep glen, and The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. True heart that wears one; Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one. Fast they come, fast they come; See how they gather : Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set; Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Now for the onset! HOHENLINDEN. THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. On Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills, with thunder riv'n; 2 But redder yet that light shall glow, Of Iser, rolling rapidly. |