. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. Behind the King thronged peer and knight,And noble dame and damsel fiery steeds ill brooked the stayOf the steep street and crowded in the train you might discernDark lowering brow and visage stern ;There nobles mourned their pride the mean burghers joys disdained ;And chiefs, who, hostage for their clan,Were each from home a banished man,There thought upon their own gray waving woods, their feudal power,And deemed themselves a shameful partOf pageant whic
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. Behind the King thronged peer and knight,And noble dame and damsel fiery steeds ill brooked the stayOf the steep street and crowded in the train you might discernDark lowering brow and visage stern ;There nobles mourned their pride the mean burghers joys disdained ;And chiefs, who, hostage for their clan,Were each from home a banished man,There thought upon their own gray waving woods, their feudal power,And deemed themselves a shameful partOf pageant which they cursed in heart. His first shaft centred in the white, And when in turn he shot again, His second split the first in twain. From the Kings hand must Douglas take A silver dart, the archers stake; Fondly he watched, with watery eye, Some answering glance of sympathy,— No kind emotion made reply ! Indifferent as to archer wight, The monarch gave the arrow bright. XXIII. Now, clear the ring! for, hand to hand,The manly wrestlers take their stand. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 229. Two oer the rest superior rose, And proud demanded mightier foes, — Nor called in vain, for Douglas came. — For life is Hugh of Larbert lame; Scarce better John of Alloas fare. Whom senseless home his comrades bare. Prize of the wrestling match, the King To Douglas gave a golden ring, While coldly glanced his eye of blue, As frozen drop of wintry dew. Douglas would speak, but in his breast His struggling soul his words suppressed; Indignant then he turned him where Their arms the brawny yeomen bare, To hurl the massive bar in air. When each his utmost strength had shown, The Douglas rent an earth-fast stone From its deep bed, then heaved it high, And sent the fragment through the sky A rood beyond the farthest mark; And still in Stirlings royal park. The gray-haired sires, who know the past, To strangers point the Douglas cast. And moralize on the decay Of Scottish strength in modern day. The vale w
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