The lady of the lake . ng in the prize,Measured his antlers with his eyes;For the death-wound and death-hallooMustered his breath, his whinyard drew : —But thundering as he came prepared,With ready arm and weapon bared,The wily quarry shunned the shock,And turned him from the opposing rock;Then, dashing down a darksome glen,Soon lost to hound and Hunters ken,In the deep Trosachs wildest nookHis solitary refuge , while close couched the thicket shedCold dews and wild flowers on his head,He heard the baffled dogs in vainRave through the hollow pass amain,Chiding the rocks that yelled a
The lady of the lake . ng in the prize,Measured his antlers with his eyes;For the death-wound and death-hallooMustered his breath, his whinyard drew : —But thundering as he came prepared,With ready arm and weapon bared,The wily quarry shunned the shock,And turned him from the opposing rock;Then, dashing down a darksome glen,Soon lost to hound and Hunters ken,In the deep Trosachs wildest nookHis solitary refuge , while close couched the thicket shedCold dews and wild flowers on his head,He heard the baffled dogs in vainRave through the hollow pass amain,Chiding the rocks that yelled again. IX. Close on the hounds the Hunter came,To cheer them on the vanished game;But, stumbling in the rugged dell,The gallant horse exhausted impatient rider strove in vainTo rouse him with the spur and rein,For the good steed, his labors oer,Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more; THE CHASE. 47 Then, touched with pity and remorse,He sorrowed oer the expiring horse. I little thought, when first thy rein. I slacked upon the banks of Seine,That Highland eagle eer should feedOn thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed! 48 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day,That costs thy life, my gallant gray! Then through the dell his horn resounds,From vain pursuit to call the limped, with slow and crippled pace,The sulky leaders of the chase;Close to their masters side they pressed,With drooping tail and humbled crest;But still the dingles hollow throatProlonged the swelling owlets started from their dream,The eagles answered with their scream,Bound and around the sounds were cast,Till echo seemed an answering blast;And on the Hunter hied his way,To join some comrades of the day,Yet often paused, so strange the road,So wondrous were the scenes it showed. XI. The western waves of ebbing dayBoiled oer the glen their level way^Each purple peak, each flinty spire,Was bathed in floods of living not a setting beam could glowWith
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