Select poems . est ! My sovereign holds in ward m\ land, THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 125 My uncle leads my vassal band ; To tame his foes, his friends to aid, , Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. 850 Yet, if there be one faithful Grseme Who loves the Chieftain of his name, Not long shall honoured Douglas dwell Like hunted stag in mountain cell; Nor, ere 3on pride-swollen robber dare,— 855 I may not give the rest to air ! Tell Roderick Dhu I owed him naught, Not the poor service of a boat. To waft me to yon mountain side. Then plunged he in the flashing tide. sgo Bold oer the flood his head he bor
Select poems . est ! My sovereign holds in ward m\ land, THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 125 My uncle leads my vassal band ; To tame his foes, his friends to aid, , Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. 850 Yet, if there be one faithful Grseme Who loves the Chieftain of his name, Not long shall honoured Douglas dwell Like hunted stag in mountain cell; Nor, ere 3on pride-swollen robber dare,— 855 I may not give the rest to air ! Tell Roderick Dhu I owed him naught, Not the poor service of a boat. To waft me to yon mountain side. Then plunged he in the flashing tide. sgo Bold oer the flood his head he bore, And stoutly steered him from the shore; And Allan strained his anxious eye, Far mid the lake his form to sp3. Darkening across each puny wave, 865 To which the moon her silver gave. Fast as the cormorant could skim, The swimmer plied each active limb ; Then, landing in the moonlight dell. Loud shouted of his weal to tell. 870 The Minstrel heard the far halloo, And joyful from the shore withdrew. 126 LOCH LOMOND. CANTO THIRD. I. Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of j^ore. Who danced our infanc\^ upon their knee,And told our marvelling boyhood legends store Of their strange ventures happed by land or sea,How are they blotted from the things that be ! 5 How few, all weak and withered of their force,Wait on the verge of dark eternity. Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarseTo sweep them from our sight! Time rolls his ceaselesscourse. Yet live there still who can remember , when a mountain chief his bugle blew, 10 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 127 Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell, And solitary heatli, the signal knew ;And fast the faithful clan around him drew, What time the warning note was keenly wound, 15What time aloft their kindred banner flew. While clamorous war-pipes jelled the gathering- sound,And while the Fiery Cross glanced, like a meteor, round. II. The summer dawns reflected hue To purple changed Loch Katrine blue; 20 Mildl3 a
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