The Lady of the lake . command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay :Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, And all unworthy of thy nobler strain,Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway, The wizard note has not been touched in silent be no more! Enchantress, wake again! The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monans rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartneys hazel shade ; But when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlichs head. The deep-mouthed bloodhoimds heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way. And faint, from farther dista
The Lady of the lake . command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay :Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, And all unworthy of thy nobler strain,Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway, The wizard note has not been touched in silent be no more! Enchantress, wake again! The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monans rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartneys hazel shade ; But when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlichs head. The deep-mouthed bloodhoimds heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way. And faint, from farther distance borne. Were heard the clanging hoof and horn. II. As Chief, who hears his warder call, To arms! the foemen storm the wall,The antlered monarch of the wasteSprung from his heathery couch in ere his fleet career he took,The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; THE CHASE. 41 Like crested leader proud and highTossed his beamed frontlet to the skyA moment gazed adown the dale,A moment snuffed the tainted gale,.
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