The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . g terror, rise Among the Scottish bands ;And all, amid the thronged panic haste gave open wayTo a half-naked ghastlv downward from the castle ran :He crossed the barriers at a wild and haggard looked around. As tlizzy and in pain ;And all upon the armed ground Knew William of Deloraine !Each ladye sprung from seat with speed;Vaulted each marshal from his steed; And who art thou, they cried, Who hast this battle fought and won ? THE LA Y OF THE LAST AHNSTREL. 45 His plumed helm
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . g terror, rise Among the Scottish bands ;And all, amid the thronged panic haste gave open wayTo a half-naked ghastlv downward from the castle ran :He crossed the barriers at a wild and haggard looked around. As tlizzy and in pain ;And all upon the armed ground Knew William of Deloraine !Each ladye sprung from seat with speed;Vaulted each marshal from his steed; And who art thou, they cried, Who hast this battle fought and won ? THE LA Y OF THE LAST AHNSTREL. 45 His plumed helm was soon undone — Cranstoun of Teviot-side !For this fair prize I ve fought and won,And to the Ladye led her son. Full oft the rescued boy she kissed,And often pressed him to her breast. Their influence kindly stars may showerOn Teviots tide and Branksomes tower, For pride is quelled and love is took fair Margaret by the hand,Who, breathless, trembling, scarce mightstand; That hand to Cranstouns lord gave she : As I am true to thee and thine,Do thou be true to me and mine !. For, under all her dauntless show,Her heart had throbbed at every blow;Yet not Lord Cranstoun deigned she greet,Though low he kneeled at her lists not tell what words were made,What Douglas, Home, and Howard said — For Howard was a generous foe —And how the clan united prayed The Ladye would the feud forego,And deign to bless the nuptial hourOf Cranstouns lord and Teviots Flower. XXVI. She looked to river, looked to on the Spirits prophecy. Then broke her silence stern and still : Not you, but Fate, has vanquished me ; This clasp of love our bond shall be,For this is your betrothing all these noble lords shall stay. To grace it with their company. All as they left the listed plain, Much of the story she did gain : How Cranstoun fought with Deloraine, And of his page, and of the book Which from the wounded knight he took ; And how he sought her castle high. That mo
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