Still lay my head by Teviot's stone,

Though there, forgotten and alone,

The bard may draw his parting groan.

SUNSET ON THE BORDER.

[From Marmion.]

Day set on Norham's castled steep

And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep,

And Cheviot's mountains lone:

The battled towers, the donjon keep,

The loop-hole grates where captives