The Lady of the lake . landed in that silvery eastward held their hasty way,Till, with the latest beams of light,The band arrived on Lanrick height,Where mustered in the vale belowClan-Alpines men in martial show. 152 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. XXXI. A various scene the clansmen made: Some sat, some stood, some slowly strayed; But most, with mantles folded round, Were couched to rest upon the ground, Scarce to be known by curious eye From the deep heather where they lie, So well was matched the tartan screen With heath-bell dark and brackens green; Unless where, here and there, a
The Lady of the lake . landed in that silvery eastward held their hasty way,Till, with the latest beams of light,The band arrived on Lanrick height,Where mustered in the vale belowClan-Alpines men in martial show. 152 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. XXXI. A various scene the clansmen made: Some sat, some stood, some slowly strayed; But most, with mantles folded round, Were couched to rest upon the ground, Scarce to be known by curious eye From the deep heather where they lie, So well was matched the tartan screen With heath-bell dark and brackens green; Unless where, here and there, a blade Or lances point a glimmer made, Like glow-worm twinkling through the shade. But when, advancing through the gloom, They saw the Chieftains eagle plume, Their shout of welcome, shrill and wide. Shook the steep mountains steady side. Thrice it arose, and lake and fell Three times returned the martial yell; It died upon Bochastles plain, And Silence claimed her evening reign. CANTO FOURTH. THE PROPHECV. The Prophecy. ACHRAY WATER: THE FORD CANTO FOUETH. THE PROPHECY. The rose is fairest when t is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet of hope and love through future years ! Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave,What time the sun arose on Vennachars broad wave. II. Such fond conceit, half said, half sung. Love prompted to the bridegrooms tongue. All while he stripped the wild-rose spray, His axe and bow beside him lay. For on a pass twixt lake and wood A wakeful sentinel he stood. Hark! — on the rock a footstep rung, And instant to his arms he sprung. Stand, or thou diest! — What, Malise ? — soon 158 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Art thou returned from Braes of thy keen step and glance I know,Thou bringst us tidings of the foe. —
Size: 1576px × 1584px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, bookpublisherbosto, bookyear1896
