List all!—The King’s vindictive pride
Boasts to have tamed the Border-side,
Where chiefs, with hound and hawk who came
To share their monarch’s silvan game,
Themselves in bloody toils were snared;
And when the banquet they prepared,
And wide their loyal portals flung,
O’er their own gateway struggling hung.[142]
Loud cries their blood from Meggat’s[143] mead,