The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . death: till stalking slow,—The jingling spurs announced histread,—A stately warrior passed below;But when he raised his plumedhead —Blessed Mary ! can it be ? —Secure, as if in (^usenam walks through Branksomes hostiletowers,With fearless step and dared not sign, she dared not speak —O, if one pages slumbers ])lood the price must pay !Not all the pearls Queen Mary Margarets yet more precious tears,Shall buy his life a day. Yet was his hazard small; for wellYou may be
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . death: till stalking slow,—The jingling spurs announced histread,—A stately warrior passed below;But when he raised his plumedhead —Blessed Mary ! can it be ? —Secure, as if in (^usenam walks through Branksomes hostiletowers,With fearless step and dared not sign, she dared not speak —O, if one pages slumbers ])lood the price must pay !Not all the pearls Queen Mary Margarets yet more precious tears,Shall buy his life a day. Yet was his hazard small; for wellYou may bethink you of the spell Of that sly urchin page :This to his lord he did impart,And made him seem, by glamour art, A knight from , thus, the warders court, unchallenged, thus he crossed, For all the vassalage ;But O, what magics quaint disguiseCould blind fair Margarets azure eyes ! She started from her seat ;While with surprise and fear she strove,And both could scarcely master love — Lord Henry s at her feet. THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. 41. Oft have I mused what purpose badThat foul malicious urchin hadTo bring this meeting round,For happy love s a heavenly sight,And by a vile malignant sprite In such no joy is found ;And oft I ve deemed, perchance he thoughtTheir erring passion might have wrought Sorrow and sin and shame,And death to Cranstouns gallant Knight,And to the gentle Ladye bright 42 scorrs poetical works. Disgrace and loss of eartlily spirit could not tellThe heart of them that loved so loves the gilt which (lod has givenTo man alone beneath the heaven :It is not fantasys hot fire, Whose , soon as granted, flyIt liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die;It is the secret sympathy,The silver link, the silken tie,Which heart to heart, and mind to body and in soul can bind. —Now leave we Margaret and her knight,To tell you of the approaching fight. Their warning l)lasts
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