Branthwaite Hall, and Other Poems (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1837. Excerpt: ... SONG. TUNE "THE LEA RIGG." Old grey-beard sages, worn with time, Say this cold world belongs to care, And lecture young cheils in their prime, Of his rude man-traps to beware. Should his dark phiz e'er come this way, We'll make old wrinkler mellow; Awhile with us let his careship stay--He soon will be a careless fellow. Ii. While youthful hearts are beating strong, For woman's love and hunting; While thus we drink, and chant the song, What joys to us are wanting? Let social glee and mirth abound--Our sporting friends around us; When pleasure charms with horn and hound, Grim care can never wound us. III. We, hunters, love the morning air, To rouse the game, and scour the plain; The chase once o'er, we then repair, Our sparkling Burgundy to drain. And when arrives the witching hour, The sportsman's eye shines cheerly, To meet her in love's secret bower, The maid he loves most dearly. IV. Then let the generous cup go round--Enjoy young pleasure ere he flies; Toast each stout hunter and good hound--A bumper fill to ladies' eyes. The fires of love from them can warm The coldest and the sternest heart.--Let sportsmen drink, and women charm--Care on the winds will soon depart. BRANTHWAITE HALL. A POEM OF THE FEUDAL TIMES. CANTO I. Old tower thy grey walls bring to mind the times Long vanish'd, and thy hoary head sublimes The scene where Marron, P murmuring, swims along, A silv'ry stream, but all unknown to song. No poet tells how Marron's stream of yore, Had heroes bleeding on its winding shore; What feudal thanes on its green margin stood, Fighting for life and limb, where Hollin's woodi Waves the tall oak and sycamore, that spread Wide-stretching branch, and many a tow'ring head. High Calva's round-topp'd hillr has often seen The foeman fighting on the Castle'...