The lord of the isles . ched him witli their wonted familiarity, but Bruce,taking his pages bow and arrow, commanded them to keep at a they still pressed forward with professions of zeal for his person and ser-vice, he, after a second warning, shot the father with the arrow; and beingassaulted successively by the two sons, despatched first one, who was armedwith an axe, then as the other charged him with a spear, avoided the thrust,struck the head from the spear, and cleft the skull of the assassin with a blowof his two-handed sword. He rushed down of blood all red, And when the ki
The lord of the isles . ched him witli their wonted familiarity, but Bruce,taking his pages bow and arrow, commanded them to keep at a they still pressed forward with professions of zeal for his person and ser-vice, he, after a second warning, shot the father with the arrow; and beingassaulted successively by the two sons, despatched first one, who was armedwith an axe, then as the other charged him with a spear, avoided the thrust,struck the head from the spear, and cleft the skull of the assassin with a blowof his two-handed sword. He rushed down of blood all red, And when the king saw they were dead, All three lying, he wiped his brand. With that his boy came fast running, And said, Our lord might lowyt i be, ? Lauded. That granted you might and poweste 3 - Pawn-. To fell the felony and the pride, Of three in so little tide. The king said, So our lord me see, They have been worthy men all three, Had they not been full of treason: But that made their confusion.—Bakboues Bruce, b. v. p. ShftTRANGEK I if eer thine anient step hath traced- The northern realms of ancienl Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed,Ep By lake and cataract, her lonely throne ; Sublime but sad delight thy soul hath known,^? Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high,t Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown Mingle their with the eagles cry,\ud with the sounding lake, and with the moaning sky. 1 2 148 THE LORD OF THE ISLES. CANTO IV. Yes! twas sublime, but sad. — The lonelinessLoaded thy heart, the desert tired thine eye ;And strange and awful fears began to pressThy bosom with a stern hast thou wishd some woodmans cottage nigh,Something that showd of life, though low ami mean ;Glad sight, its curling wreath of smoke to spy,Glad sound, its cocks blithe carol would have been,Or children whooping wild beneath the willows green. Such arc the scenes, where savage grandeur wakesAn awful thrill that softens into sighs;Such feeli
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