The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . f two true lovers in a dale : And how the knight, with tender fire, To paint his faithful passion strove,Swore he might at her feet expire, But never, never cease to love ;And how she blushed, and how she .sighed,And. half consenting, half denied, an oak, mossed oer by Barons dwarf his courser held, And held his crested helm and spear:That dwarf was scarce an earthly the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border far and was said, when the Baron a-hunting ro
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . f two true lovers in a dale : And how the knight, with tender fire, To paint his faithful passion strove,Swore he might at her feet expire, But never, never cease to love ;And how she blushed, and how she .sighed,And. half consenting, half denied, an oak, mossed oer by Barons dwarf his courser held, And held his crested helm and spear:That dwarf was scarce an earthly the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border far and was said, when the Baron a-hunting rodeThrough Reedsdales glens, but rarely trod,He heard a voice crv. Lost! lost! lost!And, like tennis-ball by racket tossed, A leap of thirty feet and threeMade from the gorse this elfin like some dwarfish ape. And lighted at Lord Cranstouns Cranstoun was some whit dismayed;T is said that five good miles he rade, To rid him of his companv ;But where he rode one mile, the dwarf ran the dwarf was first at the castle door. THE LAY OF THE LAST MLXSTREL. 19. XXXII. Use lessens marvel, it is said :This elfish dwarf with the Baron staid;Little he ate, and less he spoke,Nor mingled with the menial flock ; And oft apart his arms he tossed,And often muttered, Lost! lost! lost!He was waspish, arch, and litherlie,But well Lord Cranstoun served he :And he of his service was full fain; 20 SCOTTS POETICAL IVORkS. For once he had been taen or slain, An it luul not been for his between Home and HermitageTalked of Lord Cranstouns Cioblin Page. For the Baron went on took with him this elfish page, To Marys Chapel of the Lowes;For there, beside Our Ladyes lake,An offering he liad sworn to make, And lie would pay his the Ladye of Branksome gathered a bandOf the best that would ride at her command; The trysting-place was Newark of Hartlen came thither thitlier came Jolin of Thirlestane,And thither came William of
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