. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. craggans milk-white bull they slew.— Ah ! well the gallant brute I knew !The choicest of the prey we hadWhen swept our merrymen hide was snow, his horns were red eye glowed like fiery spark ;So fierce, so tameless, and so fleet,Sore did he cumber our kept our stoutest kerns in awe,Even at the pass of Beal maha. 204 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. But steep and flinty was the road,And sharp the hurrying pikemans goad,And when we came to Dennans RowA child niitrht scathless strok
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. craggans milk-white bull they slew.— Ah ! well the gallant brute I knew !The choicest of the prey we hadWhen swept our merrymen hide was snow, his horns were red eye glowed like fiery spark ;So fierce, so tameless, and so fleet,Sore did he cumber our kept our stoutest kerns in awe,Even at the pass of Beal maha. 204 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. But steep and flinty was the road,And sharp the hurrying pikemans goad,And when we came to Dennans RowA child niitrht scathless stroke his brow. V. NORMAN. That bull was slain ; his reeking hideThey stretched the cataract beside,Whose waters their wild tumult tossAdown the black and craggy boss Or raven on tlie blasted oak, That, watching while the deer is broke. His morsel claims with sullen MALISE. Peace ! peace ! to other than to me Thy words were evil augury ; But still 1 hold Sir Rodericks blade Clan-Alpines omen and her aid, Not aught that, gleaned from heaven or hell,Yon tiend-begotten Monk can Of that huge cliff whose ample vergeTradition calls the Heros on a shelf beneath its brink,Close where the thundering torrents beneath their headlong sway,And drizzled by the ceaseless groan of rock and roar of wizard waits prophetic distant rests the Chief i —but hush !See, gliding slow through mist and bush,The hermit gains yon rock, and standsTo gaze upon our slumbering he not, Malise, like a ghost,That hovers oer a slaughtered host ? The Chieftain joins him, see—and nowTogether they descend the brow. And, as they came, with Alpines LordThe Hermit Monk held solemn word : — Roderick ! it is a fearful man endowed with mortal shrQud of sentient clay can stillFeel feverish pang and fainting eye can stare in stony trance,W^hose hair can rouse like warriors lance,-Tis hard for such to vi
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