MacMillan's Reading Books eBook

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[Notes:  This is the first specimen of the “ode” in this book.  Notice the variety in length between the lines, and draw up a scheme of the rhymes in each stanza.  The battle was fought, and Copenhagen bombarded, in April, 1801.

It was ten of April morn by the chime.  It was ten o’clock on the morning in April.

Like the hurricane eclipse.  The eclipse of the sun in storm.]

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    Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
    Through all the wide border his steed is the best;
    And, save his good broad-sword, he weapon had none;
    He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone! 
    So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
    There never was knight like the young Lochinvar!

    He stay’d not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,
    He swam the Eske river where ford there was none—­
    But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
    The bride had consented, the gallant came late;
    For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
    Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar!

    So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,
    Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all!—­
    Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword—­
    For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word—­
    “Oh come ye in peace here, or come ye in war?—­
    Or to dance at our bridal? young Lord Lochinvar!”

    “I long woo’d your daughter, my suit you denied: 
    Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide! 
    And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
    To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine! 
    There be maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far,
    That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar!”

    The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up,
    He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup! 
    She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh—­
    With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye. 
    He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar—­
    “Now tread we a measure!” said young Lochinvar,

    So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
    That never a hall such a galliard did grace! 
    While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
    And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume,
    And the bride-maidens whispered, “’Twere better by far
    To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar!”

    One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
    When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood
    So light to the croup the fair lady he swung,
    So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 
    “She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
    They’ll have fleet steeds that follow!” cried young

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