The Lady of the lake . ake * . . 188 Half Title to Canto Fifth. — Coilantogle Eord . 195Stirling Castle 202 Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless minesOn Bochastle the mouldering lines 210 Unbonneted, and by the waveSat down hi^ brow and hands to lave ..... 216 * Gray Stirling, with her towers and their fleet career looked down 224 Half Title to Canto Sixth. — The Dungeon Gate . 237 Boldly she spoke : Soldiers, attend !My father was the soldiers friend 245 xxxviu LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Where shall he find, in foreign lone a lake, so sweet a strand ! * 255 Now westward rolls
The Lady of the lake . ake * . . 188 Half Title to Canto Fifth. — Coilantogle Eord . 195Stirling Castle 202 Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless minesOn Bochastle the mouldering lines 210 Unbonneted, and by the waveSat down hi^ brow and hands to lave ..... 216 * Gray Stirling, with her towers and their fleet career looked down 224 Half Title to Canto Sixth. — The Dungeon Gate . 237 Boldly she spoke : Soldiers, attend !My father was the soldiers friend 245 xxxviu LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Where shall he find, in foreign lone a lake, so sweet a strand ! * 255 Now westward rolls the battles din,That deep and doubling pass within 260 [The Pass of Beal-an-duine.] ** On many a splendid garb she gazed, —Then turned bewildered and amazed 269 AEGUMENT. The scene of the following Poem is laid chiefly in thevicinity of Loch Katrine, in the Western Highlands of Perth-shire. The time of Action includes Six Days, and the trans-actions of each Day occupy a Canto. CANTO FIRST. THE CHASE. The chase. SAINT FILLANS HILL THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO FIRST. THE CHASE. Harp of the North ! that mouldering- long hast hung On the witch-elm that shades Saint Pillans spring,And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung, Till envious ivy did around thee cling,Muffling with verdant ringlet every string, — O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep ?Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring, Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep ? Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon, Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd,When lay of hopeless love, or glory won, Aroused the fearful or subdued the each according pause was heard aloud Thine ardent symphony sublime and high!Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bowed ; For still tlie burden of thy minstrelsyWas Knighthoods dauntless deed, and Beautys matchlesseye. 40 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Oh, wake once more ! how rude soeer the hand That ventures oer thy magic
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