The lord of the isles . In envious match the meteor light that streaks Grim Heclas midnight sky. XXII. Nor lackd they steadier light to keepTheir course upon the darkend deep;—Artornish, on her frowning steep Twixt cloud and ocean hung,(ilanced with a thousand lights of glee,And landward far, and far to sea, Her festal radiance that blithe beacons-light they steerd, Whose lustre mingled wellWith the pale beam that now appeard, 1 The description of the vessels approach to the castle through thetempestuous and sparkling waters, and the contrast of the gloomy aspecl oltin-
The lord of the isles . In envious match the meteor light that streaks Grim Heclas midnight sky. XXII. Nor lackd they steadier light to keepTheir course upon the darkend deep;—Artornish, on her frowning steep Twixt cloud and ocean hung,(ilanced with a thousand lights of glee,And landward far, and far to sea, Her festal radiance that blithe beacons-light they steerd, Whose lustre mingled wellWith the pale beam that now appeard, 1 The description of the vessels approach to the castle through thetempestuous and sparkling waters, and the contrast of the gloomy aspecl oltin- billows with the glittering splendour of Artornish, Twixt cloud and ocean lmng,Bending her radiance abroad through the terrors of the night, and minglingat intervals the shouts of her revelry with (lie wilder cadence of the blast, isone nf tin- happiest instances of Mr Scotts felicity in awful and magnificentBcenery.—Critical J!> vu w THE LORD OF THE ISLES. As the cold moon her head upreardAbove the eastern XXTIT. Thus guided, on their course they bore,Until they neard the mainland shore, THE LORD OF THE [SLES 55 When frequent on the hollow blastWild shouts of merriment were cast,And wind and wave and sea-birds cryWith wassail sounds in concert vie,Like funeral shrieks with revelry, Or like the battle-shoutBy peasants heard from cliffs on high,When Triumph, Eage, and Agony, Madden the light and nearer yet, through mist and stormDimly arose the Castles form, And deepend shadow made,Far lengthend on the main below,Where, dancing in reflected glow, A hundred torches playd,Spangling the wave with lights as vainAs pleasures in this vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade,1 XXIV. Beneath the Castles sheltering lee,They staid their course in quiet in the rock, a passage thereSought the dark fortress by a stair, 1 Mr Scott, we observed in the newspapers, was engaged during- lastsummer in a maritime expedition ; and, accordingly, the most striking-novelty
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