And never did shed a tear,
Till once she saw lier seven brethren slain,
And her father she loved sae dear.
(The Douglas Tragedy.)
And when he came to her bower she was pale and wan,
But she grew red and ruddy, when Glenlogie came in.
(Glenlogie.)
The dramatic power of expression, that which illumines it with a touch of action, is not less remarkable than that of direct phraseology:—
"Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says,
"I fear that you are slain."