. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. should I tell of numbers more ?Sir Cay, Sir Bannier, and Sir Bore, Sir Carodac the gentle Gawains courteous de Mares and Pellinore,And Lancelot, that evermore Looked stolen-wise on the queen. When wine and mirth did most aboundAnd harpers played their blithest round,A shrilly trumpet shook the ground And marshals cleared the ring;A maiden on a palfrey white,Heading a band of damsels through the circle to alight And kneel before the with strong emo
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. should I tell of numbers more ?Sir Cay, Sir Bannier, and Sir Bore, Sir Carodac the gentle Gawains courteous de Mares and Pellinore,And Lancelot, that evermore Looked stolen-wise on the queen. When wine and mirth did most aboundAnd harpers played their blithest round,A shrilly trumpet shook the ground And marshals cleared the ring;A maiden on a palfrey white,Heading a band of damsels through the circle to alight And kneel before the with strong emotion sawHer graceful boldness checked by dress like huntress of the bow and baldric trapped with sandalled feet, her ankles the eagle-plume that decked her her veil she backward flung —The king, as from his seat he sprung. Almost cried, Guendolen ! But t was a face more frank and wild,Betwixt the woman and the less of magic beauty smiled Than of the race of men ;And in the foreheads haughty grace THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIiW 347. The lines of Britains royal race,Pendragons you might ken. Faltering, yet gracefully she said —? Great Prince ! behold an orphan maid,In her departed mothers name,A fathers vowed protection claim!The vow was sworn in desert loneIn the deep valley of Saint once the king the suppliant raised,And kissed her brow, her beauty praised;His vow, he said, should well be in the sea the sun was dipped,—Then conscious glanced upon his queen :But she, unruffled at the sceneOf human frailty construed upon Lancelot and smiled. Up ! up ! each knight of gallant crest Take buckler, spear, and brand !He that to-day shall bear him best Shall win my Gyneths Arthurs daughter when a bride Shall bring a noble fair Strath-Clyde and Reged wide. And Carlisle town and might you hear each valiant knight To page and squire that cried, Bring my armor bright and
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