The heath-cock shrill his clarion blew
Among the heights of Benvenue,
And fast the sportive echo flew,
Adown Glenavin’s vale.
But louder, louder was the knell,
Of Brown’s Northumbrian penance-bell,[46]
The noise was heard on Norham fell,
And rung through Teviotdale.
There was also a respectable burlesque of The Ancient Mariner, commencing:—
“It is a lion’s trumpeter,