Michael Bruce, Tragedy of Sir James the Ross (1819)
“ Art thou asleep, Matilda dear, Awake my love! awake Behold thy lover waits without, A long farewell to take For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme, His blood is on my sword: And far, far distant are my men, Nor can defend their lord. ”
Michael Bruce, Tragedy of Sir James the Ross (1819)
“ Conceal'd among the underwood The crafty Donald lay, The brother of Sir John the Graeme, To watch what they might say When thus the maid began; My sire Our passion disapproves: He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme, So here must end our loves. ”
Michael Bruce, Tragedy of Sir James the Ross (1819)
“ Your sword last night my brother slew, His blood yet dims its shine; And, ere the sun shall gild the morn, Your biood shall reek on mine Your words are brave the chief return'd; But deeds approve the man ”
