The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . alone, that breeze,For, far upon Northumbrian seas, It freshly blew and strong,Where, from high Whitbys cloistered pile,Bound to .Saint Cuthberts Holy Isle, It bore a bark the gale she stooped her side,And bounded oer the swelling tide. As she were dancing home ;The merry seamen laughed to seeTheir gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green joyed they in their honored freight;For on the deck, in chair of Abbess of .Saint Hilda five fair nuns, the galley graced.
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . alone, that breeze,For, far upon Northumbrian seas, It freshly blew and strong,Where, from high Whitbys cloistered pile,Bound to .Saint Cuthberts Holy Isle, It bore a bark the gale she stooped her side,And bounded oer the swelling tide. As she were dancing home ;The merry seamen laughed to seeTheir gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green joyed they in their honored freight;For on the deck, in chair of Abbess of .Saint Hilda five fair nuns, the galley graced. 11. Twas sweet to see these holy birds escaped to greenwood shades. Their first fiight from the timid, and how curious all to them was strange and new,And all the common sights they view Their wonderment eved the shrouds and swelling sail. With many a benedicite ;One at the rippling surge grew pale. And would for terror shrieked because tlie sea-dog nighHis round black head and s])arkling eye Reared oer the foaming spray ; MARM10A\ 77. And one would still adjust her veil,Disordered by the summer gale,Perchance lest some more worldly eyeHer dedicated charms might spy,Perchance because such action gracedHer fair-turned arm and slender was each simple bosom there,Save two, who ill might pleasure Abbess and the Novice Clare. The Abbess was of noble early took the veil and hood,Ere upon life she cast a knew the world that she too she was, and kind had l^eenAs she was fair, but neer had seenFor her a timid lover knew the influence of her to her ear was but a with vanity and shame ;Her hopes, her fears, her joys, were allBounded within the cloister wall;The deadliest sin her mind could reachWas of monastic rule the breach,And her ambitions highest aimTo emulate Saint Hildas this she gave her ample dowerTo raise the convents eastern tower ;For
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