Ban and Arriere Ban

Ban and Arriere Ban

BAN AND ARRIERE BAN ANDREW LANG Contents Dedication A Scot to Jeanne d'Arc How they held the Bass for King James Three portraits of Prince Charles From Omar Khayyam Aesop Les Roses de Sadi The Haunted Tower Boat-song Lost Love The Promise of Helen The Restoration of Romance Central American Antiquities in South Kensington Museum On Calais Sands Ballade of Yule Poscimur On his Dead Sea-Mew From Meleager On the Garland Sent to Rhodocleia A Galloway Garland Celia's Eyes Britannia Gallia The Fairy Minister To Robert Louis Stevenson For Mark Twain's Jubilee Poems Written under the Influence of Wordsworth Mist Lines Lines Ode to Golf Freshman's Term A toast Death in June To Correspondents Ballade of Difficult Rhymes Ballant o'Ballantrae Song by the Sub-Conscious Self The Haunted Homes of England The Disappointment To the Gentle Reader The Sonnet The Tournay of the Heroes Ballad of the Philanthropist Neiges d'Antan In Ercildoune For a Rose's Sake The Brigand's Grave The New-Liveried Year More Strong than Death Silentia Lunae His Lady's Tomb The Poet's Apology Notes DEDICATION: TO ELEANOR CHARLOTTE SELLAR 'Ban and Arriere Ban!' a host Broken beaten all unled They return as doth a ghost From the dead. Sad or glad my rallied rhymes Sought our dusty papers through For the sake of other times Come to you. Times and places new we know Faces fresh and seasons strange But the friends of long ago Do not change. ERRATUM: Reader a blot hath escaped the watchfulness of the setter forth: if thou wilt thou mayst amend it. The sonnet on the forty-fourth page against all right Italianate laws hath but thirteen lines withal: add another to thy liking if thou art a Maker; or if thou art none even be content with what is set before thee. If it be scant measure be sure it is choicely good. A SCOT TO JEANNE D'ARC Dark Lily without blame Not upon us the shame Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true They by the Maiden's side Victorious fought and died One stood by thee that fiery torment through Till the White Dove from thy pure lips had passed And thou wert with thine own St. Catherine at the last. Once only didst thou see In artist's imagery Thine own face painted and that precious thing Was in an Archer's hand From the leal Northern land. Alas what price would not thy people bring To win that portrait of the ruinous Gulf of devouring years that hide the Maid from us! Born of a lowly line Noteless as once was thine One of that name I would were kin to me Who in the Scottish Guard Won this for his reward To fight for France and memory of thee: Not upon us dark Lily without blame Not on the North may fall the shadow of that shame. On France and England both The shame of broken troth Of coward hate and treason black must be; If England slew thee France Sent not one word one lance One coin to rescue or to ransom thee. And still thy Church unto the Maid denies The halo and the palms the Beatific prize. But yet thy people calls Within the rescued walls Of Orleans; and makes its prayer to thee; What though the Church have chidden These orisons forbidden Yet art thou with this earth's immortal Three With him in Athens that of hemlock died And with thy Master dear whom the world crucified. HOW THEY HELD THE BASS FOR KING JAMES--1691-1693 [Time of Narrating--1743] Ye hae heard Whigs crack o' the Saints in the Bass my faith a gruesome tale; How the Remnant paid at a tippeny rate for a quart o' ha'penny ale! But I'll tell ye anither tale o' the Bass that'll hearten ye up to hear Sae I pledge ye to Middleton first in a glass and a health to the Young Chevalier! The Bass stands frae North Berwick Law a league or less to sea About its feet the breakers beat abune the sea-maws flee There's castle stark and dungeon dark wherein the godly lay That made their rant for the Covenant through mony a weary day. For twal' years lang the caverns rang wi' preaching prayer and psalm Ye'd think the winds were soughing wild when a' the winds were calm There wad they preach each Saint to each and glower as the soldiers pass And Peden wared his malison on a bonny leaguer lass As she stood and daffed while the warders laughed and wha sae blithe as she But a wind o' ill worked his warlock will and flang her out to sea. Then wha sae bright as the Saints that night and an angel came say they And sang in the cell where the Righteous dwell but he took na a Saint away. There yet might they be for nane could flee and nane daur'd break the jail And still the sobbing o' the sea might mix wi' their warlock wail But then came in black echty-echt and bluidy echty-nine Wi' Cess and Press and Presbytery and a' the dule sin' syne The Saints won free wi' the power o' the key and cavaliers maun pine! It was Halyburton Middleton and Roy and young Dunbar That Livingstone took on Cromdale haughs in the last fight of the war: And they were warded in the Bass till the time they should be slain Where bluidy Mitchell and Blackader and Earlston lang had lain; Four lads alone 'gainst a garrison but Glory crowns their names For they brought it to pass that they took the Bass and they held it for King James! It isna by preaching half the night ye'll burst a dungeon door It wasna by dint o' psalmody they broke the hold they four For lang years three that rock in the sea bade Wullie Wanbeard gae swing And England and Scotland fause may be but the Bass Rock stands for the King! There's but ae pass gangs up the Bass it's guarded wi' strong gates four And still as the soldiers went to the sea they steikit them door by door And this did they do when they helped a crew that brought their coals on shore. ...