{"id":159,"date":"2019-06-29T19:33:07","date_gmt":"2019-06-29T19:33:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/?p=159"},"modified":"2021-08-04T15:45:35","modified_gmt":"2021-08-04T15:45:35","slug":"brignall-banks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/brignall-banks\/","title":{"rendered":"Brignall Banks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Sir Walter Scott<\/strong><\/p>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border: 0px currentcolor; display: inline; background-image: none;\" title=\"O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen\" src=\"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/O-Brignall-banks-are-wild-and-fair-And-Greta-woods-are-green-And-you-may-gather-garlands-there-Would-grace-a-summer-queen.jpg\" alt=\"O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen\" width=\"1000\" height=\"523\" border=\"0\" \/>\n<p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: Californian FB;\">River Greta, near Brignall, County Durham. Great Britain<sup>1<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n<p>(From <em>Rokeby, A Poem<\/em>,<sup>2<\/sup> <a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.com\/books?id=N004AAAAIAAJ&amp;dq=Brignall%20banks%20are%20wild%20and%20fair&amp;pg=PA125#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-small;\">page 125<\/span><\/a>)<\/p>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\"><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><em>SONG<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">O, Brignall banks<sup>3<\/sup> are wild and fair,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">And Greta woods are green,<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">And you may gather garlands there,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Would grace a summer queen:<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">And as I rode by Dalton Hall,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Beneath the turrets high,<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">A Maiden on the castle wall<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Was singing merrily:<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">&#8216;O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">And Greta woods are green!<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">I&#8217;d rather rove with Edmund there<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Than reign our English Queen.&#8217;<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">&#8216;If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">To leave both tower and town,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Thou first must guess what life lead we,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">That dwell by dale and down:<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">And if thou canst that riddle read,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">As read full well you may,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Then to the green-wood shalt thou speed<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">As blithe as Queen of May.&#8217;<\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 120px;\"><span style=\"font-variant: small-caps;\">chorus<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Yet sung she, &#8216;Brignall banks are fair,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">And Greta woods are green!<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">I&#8217;d rather rove with Edmund there<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">Than reign our English Queen.<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">&#8216;I read you by your bugle horn<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">And by your palfrey good,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">I read you for a Ranger sworn<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">To keep the King&#8217;s green-wood.&#8217;<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">&#8216;A Ranger, Lady, winds his horn,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">And &#8217;tis at peep of light;<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">His blast is heard at merry morn,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">\n<p>And mine at dead of night.&#8217;<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"font-variant: small-caps;\">chorus<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Yet sung she, &#8216;Brignall banks are fair,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">And Greta woods are gay!<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">I would I were with Edmund there,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">To reign his Queen of May!<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">&#8216;With burnish&#8217;d brand and musketoon<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">So gallantly you come,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">I read you for a bold Dragoon,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">That lists the tuck of drum.&#8217;<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">&#8216;I list no more the tuck of drum,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">No more the trumpet hear;<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">But when the beetle sounds his hum,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">\n<p>My comrades take the spear.<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"font-variant: small-caps;\">chorus<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">&#8216;And O! though Brignall banks be fair,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">And Greta woods be gay,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Yet mickle must the maiden dare,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">Would reign my Queen of May!<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">&#8216;Maiden! a nameless life I lead,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">A nameless death I&#8217;ll die;<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">The fiend whose lantern lights the mead<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">Were better mate than I!<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">And when I&#8217;m with my comrades met<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">Beneath the green-wood bough,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">What once we were we all forget,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">\n<p>Nor think what we are now.&#8217;<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"font-variant: small-caps;\">chorus<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">And Greta woods are green,<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">And you may gather flowers there<\/div>\n<div style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">Would grace a summer queen.<\/div>\n<hr \/>\n<h3>Footnotes<\/h3>\n<ol>\n<li>Cunningham, Paul. <i>River Greta, Nearr Brignall<\/i>. April 16, 2014. In <i>Geograph<\/i>. June 7, 2014. Accessed June 29, 2019. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.geograph.org.uk\/photo\/4016701\">https:\/\/www.geograph.org.uk\/photo\/4016701<\/a>. licensed for reuse under (CC BY-SA 2.0) <a href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/2.0\/\">Creative Commons License<\/a> (Note, that <a href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-sa\/2.0\/\">license<\/a> and its provisions also applies to the image as used here.)<\/li>\n<li>Scott, Walter. <a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.com\/books?id=N004AAAAIAAJ&amp;dq=Brignall%20banks%20are%20wild%20and%20fair&amp;pg=PP9#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Rokeby; A Poem<\/a><i><\/i>. John Ballentine and Co., Edinburgh, 1813.<\/li>\n<li>(From <em>Rokeby<\/em>, <a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.com\/books?id=N004AAAAIAAJ&amp;dq=Brignall%20banks%20are%20wild%20and%20fair&amp;pg=PR29#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">page xxix<\/a>) What follows is an attempt to describe the romantic glen, or rather ravine, through which the Greta finds a passage between Rokeby and Mortham, the former situated upon the left bank of Greta, the latter on the right bank, about half a mile nearer to its junction with the Tees. The river runs with very great rapidity over a bed of solid rock, broken by many shelving descents, down which the stream dashes with great noise and impetuosity, vindicating its etymology, which has been derived from the Gothic, <em>gridan<\/em>, to clamour. The banks partake of the same wild and romantic character, being chiefly lofty cliffs of limestone rock, whose grey colour contrasts admirably with the various trees and shrubs which find root among their crevices, as well as with the hue of the ivy, which clings around them in profusion, and hangs down from their .projections in long sweeping tendrils. At other points the rocks give place to precipitous banks of earth, bearing large trees, intermixed with copse-wood. In one spot the dell, which is elsewhere very narrow, widens for a space to leave room for a dark grove of yew-trees, intermixed here and there with aged pines of uncommon size. Directly opposite to this sombre thicket, the cliffs on the other side of the Greta are tall, white, and fringed with all kinds of deciduous shrubs. The whole scenery of this spot is so much adapted to the ideas of superstition, that it has acquired the name of Blockula, from the place where the Swedish witches were supposed to hold their sabbath. The dell, however, has superstitions of its own growth, for it is supposed to be haunted by a female spectre, called the Dobie of Mortham. The cause assigned for her appearance is a lady&#8217;s having been whilom murdered in the wood, in evidence of which her blood is shewn upon the stairs of the old tower at Mortham. But whether she was slain by a jealous husband or by savage banditti, or by an uncle who coveted her estate, or by a rejected lover, are points upon which the traditions of Rokeby do not enable us to decide.<\/li>\n<li>Raeburn, Sir Henry. \u201cSir Walter Scott.\u201d <i>Wikimedia<\/i>, Wikimedia Foundation, 4 Mar. 2013, National Galleries of Scotland, Edinburgh, UK, <a href=\"https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/wiki\/File:Sir_Henry_Raeburn_-_Portrait_of_Sir_Walter_Scott.jpg\">commons.wikimedia.org\/wiki\/File:Sir_Henry_Raeburn_-_Portrait_of_Sir_Walter_Scott.jpg. <\/a><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<h3>Biographical information on Sir Walter Scott<\/h3>\n<ul>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Walter_Scott\">Wikipedia<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.britannica.com\/biography\/Sir-Walter-Scott-1st-Baronet\">Encyclopaedia Britannica<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.historic-uk.com\/HistoryUK\/HistoryofScotland\/Sir-Walter-Scott\/\">Historic UK<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.scottsabbotsford.com\/history\/sir-walter-scott\">Abbotsford<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.oxforddnb.com\/view\/10.1093\/ref:odnb\/9780198614128.001.0001\/odnb-9780198614128-e-24928\">Oxford Dictionary of National Biography<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<hr \/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sir Walter Scott River Greta, near Brignall, County Durham. Great Britain1 (From Rokeby, A Poem,2 page 125) SONG . O, Brignall banks3 are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen: And as I rode by Dalton Hall, Beneath the turrets high, A Maiden [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-159","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-scott-sir-walter"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/159","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=159"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/159\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=159"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=159"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exit78.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=159"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}