Works, including the Waverley novels and the poems . As swept the hunt through Cambusmore; 13 THE LADY OF THE LAKE What reins were tightened in despair,When rose Benledis ridge in air;Who flagged upon Bochastles heath,Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith, —For twice that day, from shore to gallant stag swam stoutly were the stragglers, following far,That reached the lake of Vennachar;And when the Brigg of Turk was headmost horseman rode alone. VII Alone, but with unbated zeal. That horseman plied the scourge and steel; For jaded now, and spent with toil. Embossed wit
Works, including the Waverley novels and the poems . As swept the hunt through Cambusmore; 13 THE LADY OF THE LAKE What reins were tightened in despair,When rose Benledis ridge in air;Who flagged upon Bochastles heath,Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith, —For twice that day, from shore to gallant stag swam stoutly were the stragglers, following far,That reached the lake of Vennachar;And when the Brigg of Turk was headmost horseman rode alone. VII Alone, but with unbated zeal. That horseman plied the scourge and steel; For jaded now, and spent with toil. Embossed with foam, and dark with soil, While every gasp with sobs he drew. The labouring stag strained full in view. Two dogs of black Saint Huberts breed,^ Unmatched for courage, breath, and speed, Fast on his flying traces came, And all but won that desperate game; For, scarce a spears length from his haunch, Vindictive toiled the bloodhounds staunch; Nor nearer might the dogs attain. Nor farther might the quarry strain. > See Note The Brig o Turk. THE LADY OF THE LAKE Thus up the margin of the lake, Between the precipice and brake, Oer stock and rock their race they take. VIII The Hunter marked that mountain lone lakes western boundary,And deemed the stag must turn to bay,Where that huge rampart barred the way;Already glorying in the his antlers with his eyes;For the death-wound and death-hallooMustered his breath, his whinyard drew:^ —But thundering as he came ready arm and weapon wily quarry shunned the turned him from the opposing rock;Then, dashing down a darksome glen,Soon lost to hound and Hunters the deep Trosachs wildest nookHis solitary refuge , while close couched the thicket shedCold dews and wild flowers on his head,He heard the baffled dogs in vainRave through the hollow pass the rocks that yelled again. • See Note THE LADY OF THE LAKE IX Close on the hounds the Hunt
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