The Lady of the lake . y pressed, — Oh, could I point a place of rest! My sovereign holds in ward my land, My uncle leads my vassal band; To tame his foes, his friends to aid. Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. Yet, if there be one faithful Graeme Who loves the chieftain of his name. Not long shall honored Douglas dwell Like hunted stag in mountain cell; Nor, ere yon pride-swollen robber dare, — I may not give the rest to air ! Tell Roderick Dhu I owed him nought, Not the poor service of a boat, To waft me to you mountain-side. Then plunged he in the flashing tide. Bold oer the flood his he
The Lady of the lake . y pressed, — Oh, could I point a place of rest! My sovereign holds in ward my land, My uncle leads my vassal band; To tame his foes, his friends to aid. Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. Yet, if there be one faithful Graeme Who loves the chieftain of his name. Not long shall honored Douglas dwell Like hunted stag in mountain cell; Nor, ere yon pride-swollen robber dare, — I may not give the rest to air ! Tell Roderick Dhu I owed him nought, Not the poor service of a boat, To waft me to you mountain-side. Then plunged he in the flashing tide. Bold oer the flood his head he bore. And stoutly steered him from the shore; And Allan strained his anxious eye. Far mid the lake his form to spy. 116 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Darkening across each puny wave,To which the moon her silver as the cormorant could skim,The swimmer plied each active limbThen landing in the moonlight dell,Loud shouted of his weal to Minstrel heard the far joyful from the shore Tr^ ^^J^::^^^^ CANTO THIRD. THE GATHERING. The Gathering
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