Michael Bruce, Buchanshire Tragedy, or, or Sir James the Ross (1800)
“ Till through his en'my's heart his steel, had forced a mortal wound Graeme like a tree by wind o'erthrown, fell breathless on the clay, And down beside him sunk the Ross, who faint and dying lay. ”
Michael Bruce, Buchanshire Tragedy, or, or Sir James the Ross (1800)
“ To Sky I'll now direct my way, where my two brothers bide, And raise the valiant of the isles, to combat on my side. O do not so, the maid replies, with me till morning stay, For dark and dreary is the night, and dangerous is the way. ”
Michael Bruce, Buchanshire Tragedy, or, or Sir James the Ross (1800)
“ Your sword last night my brother slew, his blood yet dim its shine, But ere the rising of the sun, your blood shall reek on mine. You word it well, the chief reply'd But deeds approve the man: Set by your men an hand to hand, well try what valour can. ”
