. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. Heaven,And hath founded a chantry with stipend and doleThat priests and that beadsmen may pray for his soul:Harold his son is wandering abroad,Dreaded by man and abhorred by God;Meet it is not that such should heirThe lands of the Church on the Tyne and the Wear,And at her pleasure her hallowed handsMay now resume these wealthy lands. XXI. Answered good Eustace, a canon old, — Harold is tameless and furious and bold ;Ever Renown blows a note of fameAnd a note of fear when she sounds his name :Much of bl
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. Heaven,And hath founded a chantry with stipend and doleThat priests and that beadsmen may pray for his soul:Harold his son is wandering abroad,Dreaded by man and abhorred by God;Meet it is not that such should heirThe lands of the Church on the Tyne and the Wear,And at her pleasure her hallowed handsMay now resume these wealthy lands. XXI. Answered good Eustace, a canon old, — Harold is tameless and furious and bold ;Ever Renown blows a note of fameAnd a note of fear when she sounds his name :Much of bloodshed and much of scatheHave been their lot who have waked his him these lands and lordships in its hour may change his will;But if reft of gold and of living bare,An evil counsellor is had he said, but the prelate frowned,And murmured his brethren who sate with one consent have they given their doomThat the Church should the lands of Saint Cuthbert willed the prelate ; and canon and deanGave to his judgment their loud ^arolt) t^e iBauniUss. CANTO SECOND. T IS merry in greenwood — thus runs the old lay —In the gladsome month of lively May,When the wild birds song on stem and spray Invites to forest bower ;Then rears the ash his airy crest,Then shines the birch in silver the beech in glistening leaves is drest, And dark between shows the oaks proudbreastLike a chieftains frowning tower ;Though a thousand branches join their the broken sunbeams glance betweenAnd tip the leaves with lighter green, With brighter tints the flower:Dull is the heart that loves not then 442 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. The deep recess of the wildwood glen,Where roe and red-deer find sheltering denWhen the sun is in his power. merry perchance is the fading leafThat follows so soon on the gathered sheaf When the greenwood loses the name ;Silent is then the forest bound,Save the redbreasts note and the rustling
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