. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 157. The fragments of an earlier world ;A wildering forest feathered oerHis ruined sides and summit hoar,While on the north, through middle air,Ben-an heaved hiiih his forehead bare. From the steep promontory gazed The stranger, raptured and amazed, And, What a scene were here, he cried, For princely pomp or churchmans pride ! On this bold brow, a lordly tower; In that soft vale, a ladys bower ; On yonder meadow far away. The turrets of a cloister gray ; How blithely might the bugl
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 157. The fragments of an earlier world ;A wildering forest feathered oerHis ruined sides and summit hoar,While on the north, through middle air,Ben-an heaved hiiih his forehead bare. From the steep promontory gazed The stranger, raptured and amazed, And, What a scene were here, he cried, For princely pomp or churchmans pride ! On this bold brow, a lordly tower; In that soft vale, a ladys bower ; On yonder meadow far away. The turrets of a cloister gray ; How blithely might the bugle-horn Chide on the lake the lingering morn How sweet at eve the lovers lute Chime when the groves were still and mute ! And when the midnight moon should lave Her forehead in the silver wave. How solemn on the ear would come The holy matins distant hum. While the deep peals commanding tone Should wake, in yonder islet lone, A sainted hermit from his cell. To drop a bead with every knell ! And bugle, lute, and bell, and all, Should each bewildered stranger callTo friendly feast and lighted hall. XVI. Blithe were
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