The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . greet,Though low he kneeled at her lists not tell what words were made,What Douglas, Home, and Howard said — For Howard was a generous foe —And how the clan united prayed The Ladye would the feud forego,And deign to bless the nuptial hourOf Cranstouns lord and Teviots Flower. XXVI. She looked to river, looked to on the Spirits prophecy. Then broke her silence stern and still : Not you, but Fate, has vanquished me ; This clasp of love our bond shall be,For this is your betrothing
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . greet,Though low he kneeled at her lists not tell what words were made,What Douglas, Home, and Howard said — For Howard was a generous foe —And how the clan united prayed The Ladye would the feud forego,And deign to bless the nuptial hourOf Cranstouns lord and Teviots Flower. XXVI. She looked to river, looked to on the Spirits prophecy. Then broke her silence stern and still : Not you, but Fate, has vanquished me ; This clasp of love our bond shall be,For this is your betrothing all these noble lords shall stay. To grace it with their company. All as they left the listed plain, Much of the story she did gain : How Cranstoun fought with Deloraine, And of his page, and of the book Which from the wounded knight he took ; And how he sought her castle high. That morn, by help of gramarye ; How, in Sir Williams armor dight. Stolen by his page, while slept the knight, He tookon him the single fight. But half his tale he left unsaid. 46 SCOTTS POETICAL And lingered till he joined the maid.—Cared not the Ladye to betrayHer mystic arts in view of day;But well she thought, ere midnight came,Of that strange page the pride to his foul hands the book to send it back to Michaels grave. —Needs not to tell each tender wordTwixt Margaret and twixt Cranstouns lord :Nor how she told of former woes,And how her bosom fell and roseWhile he and Musgrave bandied blows.—Needs not these lovers joys to tell ;One day, fair maids, you 11 know them well. XXVIII. William of Deloraine some chanceHad wakened from his deathlike trance, And taught that in the listed plainAnother, in his arms and shield,Against fierce Musgrave axe did wield, Lnder the name of , to the field unarmed he hence his presence scared the clan,Who held him for some fleeting not a man of blood and much this new ally he loved,Yet.
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