. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. liege were nighTo hear his Nurse sing lullaby! —The Maids — tall cliffs with breakers white,The Nurse — a torrents roaring might —Or that your eye could see the moodOf Corryvrekins whirlpool dons the Hag her whitened hood —T is thus our islesmens fancy framesFor scenes so stern fantastic names. Answered the Bruce, And musing mind Might here a graver moral find. These mighty cliffs that heave on high Their naked brows to middle sky. Indifferent to the sun or snow. Where naught can fade and naug
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. liege were nighTo hear his Nurse sing lullaby! —The Maids — tall cliffs with breakers white,The Nurse — a torrents roaring might —Or that your eye could see the moodOf Corryvrekins whirlpool dons the Hag her whitened hood —T is thus our islesmens fancy framesFor scenes so stern fantastic names. Answered the Bruce, And musing mind Might here a graver moral find. These mighty cliffs that heave on high Their naked brows to middle sky. Indifferent to the sun or snow. Where naught can fade and naught can blow,May they not mark a monarchs fate, —Raised high mid storms of strife and lifes lowlier pleasures soul a rock, his heart a hope and love and fear aloftHigh rears his crowned head — But soft!Look, underneath yon jutting cragAre hunters and a slaughtered may they But late you saidNo steps these desert regions tread ? — So said I —and believed in sooth,Ronald replied, I spoke the truth. THE LORD OF THE ISLES. 387. Yet now I spy, by yonder stone, Five men — they mark us and come on ; And by their badge on bonnet borne I guess them of the land of Lorn, Foes to my liege. — So let it be ; I ve faced worse odds than five to three — But the poor page can Httle aid ; Then be our battle thus arrayed, If our free passage they contest; Cope thou with two, I 11 match the rest. — Not so, my liege — for, by my life. This sword shall meet the treble strife; My strength, my skill in arms, more small, And less the loss should Ronald fall. But islesmen soon to soldiers grow, Allan has sword as well as bow, And were my monarchs order given. Two shafts should make our number even. — ? No! not to save my life ! he said ; Enough of blood rests on my head Too rashly spilled — we soon shall know. Whether they come as friend or foe. Nigh came the strangers and more nigh ; —Still less they pleased the monarchs ey
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