. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. 246 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Might well have ruled a royal court;On many a splendid garb she gazed,—Then turned bewildered and amazed,For all stood bare; and in the roomFitz-James alone wore cap and him each ladys look was lent,On him each courtiers eye was bent;Midst furs and silks and jewels sheen,He stood, in simple Lincoln green. The fealty of Scotland claims. To him thy woes, thy wishes, bring ; He will redeem his signet ring. Ask naught for Douglas ; — yester even, His Prince and he have mu
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. 246 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Might well have ruled a royal court;On many a splendid garb she gazed,—Then turned bewildered and amazed,For all stood bare; and in the roomFitz-James alone wore cap and him each ladys look was lent,On him each courtiers eye was bent;Midst furs and silks and jewels sheen,He stood, in simple Lincoln green. The fealty of Scotland claims. To him thy woes, thy wishes, bring ; He will redeem his signet ring. Ask naught for Douglas ; — yester even, His Prince and he have much forgiven; Wrong hath he had from slanderous tongue, I, from his rebel kinsmen, wrong. We would not, to the vulgar crowd. Yield what they craved with clamor loud;. The centre of the glittering ring, — And Snowdouns Knight is Scotlands King! XXVII. As wreath of snow on mountain-breast Slides from the rock that gave it rest, Poor Ellen glided from her stay. And at the Monarchs feet she lay ; No word her choking voice commands, — Sh? showed the ring, — she clasped her , not a moment could he generous Prince, that suppliant look!Gently he raised her, — and, the while,Checked with a glance the circles smile ;Graceful, but grave, her brow he kissed,And bade her terrors be dismissed : — Yes, fair ; the wandering poor Fitz-James Calmly we heard and judged his cause,Our council aided and our stanched thy fathers death-feud sternWith stout De Vaux and gray Glencairn ;And Bothwells Lord henceforth we ownThe friend and bulwark of our throne. —But, lovely infidel, how now ?What clouds thy misbelieving brow ?Lord James of Douglas, lend thine aid ;Thou must confirm this doubting maid. XXVIII. Then forth the noble Douglas spr
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