. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. s of Earn ?Strengthened by them, we well might bideThe battle on Benledis couldst not?—well! Clan-Alpinesmen 206 SCi>7 2^S POETICAL llONKS. Shall man the Trosachs shaggy glen ;Within Loch Katrines gorge we 11 fight,All in our maids and matrons sight,Each for his hearth and household for child, and son for for maid beloved ! — But why —Is it the breeze affects mine eye ?Or dost thou come, ill-omened tear !A messenger of doubt or fear?No I sooner may the Saxon lanceUnfi
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. s of Earn ?Strengthened by them, we well might bideThe battle on Benledis couldst not?—well! Clan-Alpinesmen 206 SCi>7 2^S POETICAL llONKS. Shall man the Trosachs shaggy glen ;Within Loch Katrines gorge we 11 fight,All in our maids and matrons sight,Each for his hearth and household for child, and son for for maid beloved ! — But why —Is it the breeze affects mine eye ?Or dost thou come, ill-omened tear !A messenger of doubt or fear?No I sooner may the Saxon lanceUnfix Benledi from his stance,Than doubt or terror can pierce tlirough Some refuge from impending een Clan-Alpines rugged swarmAre cowed by the approaching saw their boats with many a the livelong yesternight,Shifting like flashes darted forthBy the red streamers of the north;I marked at morn how close they ride,Thick moored by the lone islets side,Like wild ducks couching in the fenWlien stoops the hawk upon the this rude race dare not abide. The unyielding heart of Roderick Dhu !T is stubborn as his trusty to his post! —-all know their pibroch sounds, the bands advance,The broadswords gleam, the banners dance,Obedient to the Chieftains glance.—I turn me from the martial seek Coir-Uriskin once more. Where is the Douglas ? — he is gone ;And Ellen sits on the gray stoneFast by the cave, and makes her vainly Allans words of cheerAre poured on her unheeding ear. He will return — dear lady, trust! —With joy return ; — he will — he was it time to seek afar The peril on the mainland side,Shall not thy noble fathers careSome safe retreat for thee prepare ? No, Allan, no ! Pretext so kindMy wakeful terrors could not l) in such tender tone, yet grave,Douglas a parting blessing tear that glistened in his eyeDrowned not his purpose fixed and soul, though
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