The Lady of the lake . he shot again,His second split the first in the Kings hand must Douglas takeA silver dart, the archers stake;Fondly he watched, with watery answering glance of sympathy, —No kind emotion made reply !Indifferent as to archer monarch gave the arrow bright. XXIII. Now, clear the ring! for, hand to hand,The manly wrestlers take their oer the rest superior proud demanded mightier foes, —Nor called in vain, for Douglas came. —For life is Hugh of Larbert lame;Scarce better John of Alloas senseless home his comrades bare
The Lady of the lake . he shot again,His second split the first in the Kings hand must Douglas takeA silver dart, the archers stake;Fondly he watched, with watery answering glance of sympathy, —No kind emotion made reply !Indifferent as to archer monarch gave the arrow bright. XXIII. Now, clear the ring! for, hand to hand,The manly wrestlers take their oer the rest superior proud demanded mightier foes, —Nor called in vain, for Douglas came. —For life is Hugh of Larbert lame;Scarce better John of Alloas senseless home his comrades of the wrestling match, the KingTo Douglas gave a golden coldly glanced his eye of frozen drop of wintry would speak, but in his breastHis struggling soul his words suppressedIndignant then he turned him where 224 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Their arms the brawny yeomen hurl the massive bar in each his utmost strength had shown,The Douglas rent an earth-fast stone. From its deep bed, then heaved it sent the fragment through the skyA rood beyond the farthest mark;And still in Stirlings royal park, THE COMBAT. 225 The gray-haired sires, who know the past,To strangers point the Douglas moralize on the decayOf Scottish strength in modern day. XXIV. The vale with loud applauses rang,The Ladies Eock sent back the King, with look unmoved, bestowedA purse well filled with pieces smiled the Douglas threw the gold among the now with anxious wonder scan,And sharper glance, the dark gray man;Till whispers rose among the throng,That heart so free, and hand so to the Douglas blood old men marked and shook the head,To see his hair Avith silver spread,And winked aside, and told each sonOf feats upon the English Douglas of the stalwart handWas exiled from his native women praised his stately wrecked by many a winters storm:Th
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