The lord of the isles . That fieldward bears some valiant knight,Champs, till both hit and hoss are white, But, foaming, must each gay deck they might beholdLances of steel and crests of gold,And hauberks with their burnishd fold, That shiminerd fair and free ;And each proud galley, as she passd,To the wild cadence of the blast Gave wilder minstrelsy. THE LOUD OF THE ISLES. Full many a shrill triumphant noteSaline and Scallastle hade float Their misty shores around ;And Morvens echoes answerd well,And Duart heard the distant swell Come down the darksome XVI. So hore they on wit
The lord of the isles . That fieldward bears some valiant knight,Champs, till both hit and hoss are white, But, foaming, must each gay deck they might beholdLances of steel and crests of gold,And hauberks with their burnishd fold, That shiminerd fair and free ;And each proud galley, as she passd,To the wild cadence of the blast Gave wilder minstrelsy. THE LOUD OF THE ISLES. Full many a shrill triumphant noteSaline and Scallastle hade float Their misty shores around ;And Morvens echoes answerd well,And Duart heard the distant swell Come down the darksome XVI. So hore they on with mirth and pride,And if that labouring hauls, they spied, Twas with such idle eyeAs nobles cast on lowly boor,When, toiling in his task obscure, They pass him careless them sweep on with heedless eyes !But, had they known what mighty prize In thai frail vessel lay, Till: LORD OF THE ISLES. The famishd wolf, that prowls the scatheless passd the unguarded fold,Ere, drifting by these galleys hold,Unchallenged were her way !And thou, Lord Ronald, sweep thou on,With mirth, and pride, and minstrel tone !But hadst thou known who saild so nigh,Far other glance were in thine eye !Far other flush were on thy brow,That, shaded by the bonnet, nowAssumes but ill the blithesome cheerOf bridegroom when the bride is near ! XVII. Yes, sweep they on !—We will not leave,For them that triumph, those who grieve. With that armada gayBe laughter loud and jocund shout,And bards to cheer the wassail rout, With tale, romance, and lay ;And of wild mirth each clamorous
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