The lord of the isles . n the bay ; Thanks for your proffer—have good-day.— •• Was that your galley, then, which rode Not far from shore when evening glowd?— .. it was.—Then spare your needless pain. There will she now be sought in vain. We saw her from the mountain head, When with St. Georges blazon re 1 A southern vessel bore in sight, And yours raised sail, and took to flight.— XXI. Now, by the rood, unwelcome news!Thus with Lord Ronald communed Bruce ;•• Nor rests there light enough to showIf this their tale be true or men seem bred of churlish mellow nuts have hardest rind
The lord of the isles . n the bay ; Thanks for your proffer—have good-day.— •• Was that your galley, then, which rode Not far from shore when evening glowd?— .. it was.—Then spare your needless pain. There will she now be sought in vain. We saw her from the mountain head, When with St. Georges blazon re 1 A southern vessel bore in sight, And yours raised sail, and took to flight.— XXI. Now, by the rood, unwelcome news!Thus with Lord Ronald communed Bruce ;•• Nor rests there light enough to showIf this their tale be true or men seem bred of churlish mellow nuts have hardest rind ;We will go with them—food and fireAnd sheltering roof our wants guard gainst treachery will we keep,And watch by turns our comrades sleep.—Good fellows, thanks; your guests well be,And well will pay the , lead us where your lodging lies,——Nay, soft! we mix not companies.— THE LORD OF THE [SLES Show us the path oer crag and stone,And we will follow yon; — lead XXII. They reachd the dreary cabin, madeOf sails against a rock displayd, And there, on entering, foundA slender boy, whose form and mien111 suited with such savage scene, 130 THE LORD OF THE ISLES. CA In cap and cloak of velvet green, Low scaled on the garb was such as minstrels wear,Dark was his hue, and dark Ids hair,His youthful cheek was marrd by cave, His eyes in sorrow this poor hoy?—As Ronald spoke,The voice his trance of anguish broke ;As if awaked from ghastly raised his head with start and scream. And wildly gazed around ;Then to the wall his face he turnd,And his dark neck with blushes burnd XXIII. Whose is the boy? again he said. By chance of war our captive made ;He may be yours, if you should holdThat music has move charms than gold;For, though from earliest childhood mute,The lad can deftly touch the lute,And on the rote and viol play,And well can drive the time away For those who love such glee ;For me, the f
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