. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. lace his clansmen in array. Yet lags the Chief in musing mind, Unwonted sight, his men behind. A single page, to bear his sword. Alone attended on his lord ; The rest their way through thickets break. And soon await him by the lake. It was a fair and gallant sight. To view them from the neighboring height, Bv the low-levelled sunbeams light! To Douglass obscure was but with that dawning mornThat Roderick Dhu had proudly swornTo drown his lo\e in wars wild roar,Nor think of Ellen Douglas more ;B
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. lace his clansmen in array. Yet lags the Chief in musing mind, Unwonted sight, his men behind. A single page, to bear his sword. Alone attended on his lord ; The rest their way through thickets break. And soon await him by the lake. It was a fair and gallant sight. To view them from the neighboring height, Bv the low-levelled sunbeams light! To Douglass obscure was but with that dawning mornThat Roderick Dhu had proudly swornTo drown his lo\e in wars wild roar,Nor think of Ellen Douglas more ;But he who stems a stream with sand,And fetters flame with flaxen yet a harder task to prove, —By firm resolve to conquer love !Eve finds the Ciiief. like restless ghost,Still hovering near his treasure lost;For though his haughty heart denyA jxarting meeting to his eye,.Still fondly strains his anxious earThe accents of her voice to inly did he curse the breezeThat waked to sound the rustling hark ! what min>rles in the strain . THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 201. It is the harp of Allan-bane, That wakes its measure slow and high, Attuned to sacred minstrelsy. What melting voice attends the strings ? T is Ellen, or an angel, sings. XXIX. I&gmn to tfj£ Ftrgtn. Ave Maria . maiden mild ! Listen to a maidens prayer!Thou canst hear though from the wild, Thou canst save amid may we sleep beneath thy care. Though banished, outcast, and reviled —Maiden ! hear a maidens prayer; Mother, hear a suppliant child ! Ave Maria ! Ave Maria / undefiled ! The tlinty couch we now must shareShall seem with down of eider piled, If thy protection hover murky caverns heavy air
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