. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. inst Saint Georges cross blazed high The banners of his Tanistry, To fiery Essex gave the foil. And reigned a prince on Ulsters soil ? But chief arose his victor pride When that brave Marshal fought and died, And Avon-Duff to ocean bore His billows red with Saxon gore. T was first in that disastrous fight Rokeby and Mortham proved their might. There had they fallen amongst the rest. But pity touched a chieftains breast; The Tanist he to great ONeale, He checked his followers bloody zeal. To quarter took
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. inst Saint Georges cross blazed high The banners of his Tanistry, To fiery Essex gave the foil. And reigned a prince on Ulsters soil ? But chief arose his victor pride When that brave Marshal fought and died, And Avon-Duff to ocean bore His billows red with Saxon gore. T was first in that disastrous fight Rokeby and Mortham proved their might. There had they fallen amongst the rest. But pity touched a chieftains breast; The Tanist he to great ONeale, He checked his followers bloody zeal. To quarter took the kinsmen bold, And bore them to his mountain-hold. Gave them each sylvan joy to know Slieve-Donards cliffs and woods could show,Shared with them Erins festal them the chase of wolf and , when a fitting time was and unransomed sent them with many a gift to proveA generous foes respect and love. Years speed away. On Rokebys headSome touch of early snow was shed;Calm he enjoyed by Gretas waveThe peace which James the Peaceful gave. ROKEBY. 303. While Mortham far beyond the mainWaged his fierce wars on Indian Spain. —It chanced upon a wintry nightThat whitened Stanmores stormy heighi,The chase was oer, the stag was killed,In Rokeby hall the cups were filled,And by the huge stone chimney sateThe knight in hospitable the sky, the hour was late,When a loud summons shook the sore for entrance and for aidA voice of foreign accent porter answered to the instant rushed into the hallA man whose aspect and attireStartled the circle by the fire. His plaited hair in elf-locks spread Around his bare and matted head ; On leg and thigh, close stretched and trim, His vesture showed the sinewy limb; In saffron dyed, a linen vest Was frequent folded round his breast; A mantle long and loose he wore. Shaggy with ice and stained with gore. He clasped a burden to his heart, And, resting on a knotted dart. Thes
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