But, ere they breathed the fresher air, With speed their upward way they take, Even in the vesper's heavenly tone, Then couched him down beside the hind, SONG. THE CAVALIER While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, With the barons of England who fight for the crown? Now joy to the crest of the brave cavalier? MONTGOMERY. THE DEATH OF ADAM. THE sun went down amidst an angry glare Of flushing clouds, that crimsoned all the air; The winds brake loose; the forest boughs were torn, And dark aloof the eddying foliage borne ; Cattle to shelter scudded in affright; The florid evening vanished into night; Then burst the hurricane upon the vale, In peals of thunder, and thick vollied hail; Prone rushing rains with torrents whelmed the land, Our cot amidst a river seemed to stand; Around its base, the foamy-crested streams Flashed through the darkness to the lightning's gleams Had such mysterious motion shook her frame; |