The Lady of the lake . hey flung ! — as free shall pine in banner , stranger, peaceful since you came,Bewildered in the the bold boast by which you showVich-Alpines vowed and mortal foe ? Warrior, but yester-morn I knewNought of thy Chieftain, Eoderick Dhu,Save as an outlawed desperate chief of a rebellious , in the Kegents court and sight,With ruffian dagger stabbed a knight;Yet this alone might from his partSever each true and loyal heart. VI. Wrathful at such arraignment lowered the clansmans sable space he pa
The Lady of the lake . hey flung ! — as free shall pine in banner , stranger, peaceful since you came,Bewildered in the the bold boast by which you showVich-Alpines vowed and mortal foe ? Warrior, but yester-morn I knewNought of thy Chieftain, Eoderick Dhu,Save as an outlawed desperate chief of a rebellious , in the Kegents court and sight,With ruffian dagger stabbed a knight;Yet this alone might from his partSever each true and loyal heart. VI. Wrathful at such arraignment lowered the clansmans sable space he paused, then sternly said, And heardst thou why he drew his blade?Heardst thou that shameful word and blowBrought Eodericks vengeance on his foe ?What recked the Chieftain if he stoodOn Highland heath or Holy-Rood ?He rights such wrong where it is it were in the court of heaven. 202 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Still was it outrage; — yet, t is true,Not then claimed sovereignty his due;While Albany with feeble hand. Held borrowed truncheon of command,The young King, mewed in Stirling toAver,Was stranger to respect and power. THE COMBAT. 203 But then, thy Chieftains robber life ! —Winning mean prey by causeless strife,Wrenching from ruined Lowland swainHis herds and harvest reared in vain, —Methinks a soul like thine should scornThe spoils from such foul foray borne.* vit The Gael beheld him grim the while,And answered with disdainful smile: Saxon, from yonder mountain high,I marked thee send delighted eyeFar to the south and east, where in succession gay,Deep waving fields and pastures gentle slopes and groves between: —These fertile plains, that softened vale,Were once the birthright of the Gael;The stranger came with iron from our fathers reft the dwell we now ? See, rudely swellCrag over crag, and fell oer we this savage hill we treadFor fattened steer or household bread,Ask we for flocks these shingles w
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