. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. wilight, oer a haunted spring. T is Blanche of Devan, Murdoch said, A crazed and captive Lowland maid, Taen on the morn she was a bride. When Roderick forayed Devan-side. The gay bridegroom resistance made, And lelt our Chiefs unconquered blade. I marvel she is now at large, But oft she scapes from Maudlins charge. —Hence, brain-sick fool! — He raised his bow : — Now, if thou strikst her but one blow. XXIV. Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still! O ! thou lookst kindly, and I eye has dried and w
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. wilight, oer a haunted spring. T is Blanche of Devan, Murdoch said, A crazed and captive Lowland maid, Taen on the morn she was a bride. When Roderick forayed Devan-side. The gay bridegroom resistance made, And lelt our Chiefs unconquered blade. I marvel she is now at large, But oft she scapes from Maudlins charge. —Hence, brain-sick fool! — He raised his bow : — Now, if thou strikst her but one blow. XXIV. Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still! O ! thou lookst kindly, and I eye has dried and wasted been,But still it loves the Lincoln green ;And, though mine ear is all unstrung,Still, still it loves the Lowland tongue. For O my sweet William was forester stole poor Blanches heart away! His coat it was all of the greenwood hue,And so blithely he trilled the Lowland lay! It was not that I meant to tell . .But thou art wise and guessest , in a low and broken tone,And hurried note, the song went on the Clansman fearfully THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 213. She fixed her apprehensive eye, Then turned it on the Knight, and then Her look glanced wildly oer the glen. XXV. *The toils are pitched, and the stakes areset, —Ever sing merrily, merrily;The bows they bend, and the knives theywhet,Hunters live so cheerily. It was a stag, a stag of ten, Bearing its branches sturdily;He came stately down the glen,— Ever sing hardily, hardily. It was there he met with a wounded doe. She was bleeding deathfully;She warned him of the toils below, O, so faithfully, faithfully ! He had an eye, and he could heed, — Ever sing warily, warily ;He had a foot, and he could speed,— Hunters watch so narrowly. Fitz-Jamess mind was passion-tossed,When Ellens hints and fears were lost;But Murdochs shout suspicion Blanches song conviction like a stag that spies the lion of the hunt aware,He waved at once his blade on high, Disclose thy tr
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