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'Part we in friendship from your land,
And, noble Earl, receive my hand:'
But Douglas round him drew his cloak,
Folded his arms, and thus he spoke :
'My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still
Be open, at my sovereign's will,
To each one whom he lists, howe'er
Unmeet to be the owner's peer.
My castles are my king's alone,
From turret to foundation stone—
The hand of Douglas is his own;
And never shall in friendly grasp
The hand of such as Marmion clasp.'
Scott.
And, noble Earl, receive my hand:'
But Douglas round him drew his cloak,
Folded his arms, and thus he spoke :
'My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still
Be open, at my sovereign's will,
To each one whom he lists, howe'er
Unmeet to be the owner's peer.
My castles are my king's alone,
From turret to foundation stone—
The hand of Douglas is his own;
And never shall in friendly grasp
The hand of such as Marmion clasp.'
Scott.
There is a mean in all things. Even virtue itself has its stated limits, which, not being strictly observed, it ceases to be virtue.
Sweet in manners, fair in favour,
Mild in temper, fierce in fight.
Warrior nobler, gentler, braver,
Never shall behold the light.
Lewis.
Mild in temper, fierce in fight.
Warrior nobler, gentler, braver,
Never shall behold the light.
Lewis.
He died as hearts like his should die,
In the hot clasp of victory!
From The German Of Bunker
In the hot clasp of victory!
From The German Of Bunker
