When fainting Nature called for aid, The power of art without the show. In misery's darkest caverns known, No summons mocked by chill delay, The toil of every day supplied. His virtues walked their narrow round, His single talent well employed. The busy day, the peaceful night, His frame was firm, his powers were bright, Then, with no throbs of fiery pain, And freed his soul the nearest way. XXV CHEVY CHACE THE HUNTING GOD prosper long our noble king, A woeful hunting once there did To drive the deer with hound and horn The child may rue that is unborn, The stout Erle of Northumberland His pleasure in the Scottish woods The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chace Who sent Erle Percy present word, He wold prevent his sport. With fifteen hundred bow-men bold, Who knew full well in time of neede The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran, And long before high noone they had The bow-men mustered on the hills, Their backsides all, with special care That day were guarded sure. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods, The nimble deere to take, And with their cryes the hills and dales Lord Percy to the quarry went, But if I thought he wold not come, With that, a brave younge gentleman 'Lo, yonder doth Erle Douglas come, His men in armour bright; Full twenty hundred Scottish speares All men of pleasant Tivydale, Fast by the river Tweede': 'O, cease your sports,' Erle Percy said, 'And take your bowes with speede; And now with me, my countrymen, That ever did on horsebacke come, I durst encounter man for man, THE CHALLENGE Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold. 'Show me,' said he, 'whose men ye be, That hunt so boldly here, That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow-deere.' The first man that did answer make, Who sayd, 'We list not to declare, Yet we will spend our dearest blood, 'Ere thus I will out-bravèd be, I know thee well, an erle thou art; But trust me, Percy, pittye it were, Let thou and I the battell trye, Then stept a gallant squier forth, That ere my captaine fought on foote, Ye be two erles,' said Witherington, 'And I a squier alone: Ile do the best that do I may, While I have power to stand: |