. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. once more my standard spread. —Does noble Ronald share our course,Or stay to raise his island force ? — Come weal, come woe, by Bruces side,Replied the chief, will Ronald since two galleys yonder ride,Be mine, so please my liege, dismissedTo wake to arms the clans of Uist,And all who hear the Minches roarOn the Long Islands lonely nearer Isles with slight delayOurselves may summon in our way;And soon on Arrans shore shall meetWith Torquils aid a gallant fleet,If aught avails their chi
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. once more my standard spread. —Does noble Ronald share our course,Or stay to raise his island force ? — Come weal, come woe, by Bruces side,Replied the chief, will Ronald since two galleys yonder ride,Be mine, so please my liege, dismissedTo wake to arms the clans of Uist,And all who hear the Minches roarOn the Long Islands lonely nearer Isles with slight delayOurselves may summon in our way;And soon on Arrans shore shall meetWith Torquils aid a gallant fleet,If aught avails their chieftains hestAmong; the islesmen of the west. Thus was their venturous council , ere their sails the galleys spread,Coriskin dark and Coolin highEchoed the dirges doleful that sable lake passed slow —Fit scene for such a sight of woe —The sorrowing islesmen as they boreThe murdered Allan to the every pause with dismal shoutTheir coronach of grief rung out,And ever when they moved againThe pipes resumed their clamorous strain. THE LORD OF THE ISLES. 393. And with the pibrochs shrilling wailMourned the young heir of and around, from cliff and caveHis answer stern old Coolin gave,Till high upon his misty sideLanguished the mournful notes and never sounds by mortal madeAttained his high and haggard head,That echoes but the tempests moanOr the deep thunders rending groan. Merrily, merrily bounds the bark, She bounds before the mountain breeze from Ben-na-darch Is joyous in her sail!With fluttering sound like laughter hoarse The cords and canvas waves, divided by her rippling eddies chased her course. As if they laughed down the breeze more blithely the wave, the light sea-mew Than the gay galley boreHer course upon that favoring Coolins crest has sunk behind And Slapins caverned then that warlike signals wakeDunscaiths dark towers and Eisords s
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