The lord of the isles . is band. the moons pale beams ruddy lights unnatural dye;The dubious cold reflection layOn the wet sands and quiet the rocks King Robert drewHis scatterd files to order due,Till shield compact and serried spearIn the cool light shone blue and down a path that sought the tide,That speechless page was seen to glide :He knelt him lowly on the sand,And gave a scroll to Roberts torch, the Monarch cried, What. IiNow shall we Cuthberts tidings evil news the letters bare,The Cliffords force was strong and wan,Augme
The lord of the isles . is band. the moons pale beams ruddy lights unnatural dye;The dubious cold reflection layOn the wet sands and quiet the rocks King Robert drewHis scatterd files to order due,Till shield compact and serried spearIn the cool light shone blue and down a path that sought the tide,That speechless page was seen to glide :He knelt him lowly on the sand,And gave a scroll to Roberts torch, the Monarch cried, What. IiNow shall we Cuthberts tidings evil news the letters bare,The Cliffords force was strong and wan,Augmented, too, that very morn,By mountaineers who came with harrowd by oppressors hand,Courage and faith had tied the land,And over Carriek, dark and deep,Had sunk dejections iron sleep.—( luthberl had seen that from what source it of perilous event. THE LORD OF THE ISLES. Edwards mute messenger lie sent,It Bruce deceived should venture warn him from the fatal round the torch the leaders crowd,Bruce read these chilling news aloud. What council, nobles, have we now?—To ambush us in greenwood bough, Ill l: LORD OF THE ISLES. And take the chance which fate may send To living our enterprise to end, Or shall we turn us to the main As exiles, and embark again?— Answerd fierce Edward, Hap what may. In Carrick, < arrieks Lord must stay. 1 would not minstrels told the tale, Wild-fire or meteor made us quail. Answerd the Douglas, If my Liege, May win yon walls by storm or siege, [hen were each brave and patriot heart Kindled of new for loyal part.— Answerd Lord Ronald, ^NTot for shame Would I that aged Torquil came, And found, for all our empty boast, Without a blow we fled the coast. I will not credit that this land, So famed for warlike heart and hand. The nurse of Wallace and of Bruce, Will long with tyrants hold a truce.— Prove we our fate—the brunt well hide ! So Boyd and Have and Lennox cried ; So sai
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