. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. 202 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled;Then, Maiden ! hear a maidens prayer,Mother, list a suppliant child ! Ave Maria! Ave Maria . stainless styled ! Foul demons of the earth and air,From this their wonted haunt exiled, Shall Hee before thy presence bow us to our lot of care. Beneath thy guidance reconciled :Hear for a maid a maidens prayer, And for a father hear a child ! Ave Maria f They landed in that silvery eastward held their hasty way,Till, with the
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. 202 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled;Then, Maiden ! hear a maidens prayer,Mother, list a suppliant child ! Ave Maria! Ave Maria . stainless styled ! Foul demons of the earth and air,From this their wonted haunt exiled, Shall Hee before thy presence bow us to our lot of care. Beneath thy guidance reconciled :Hear for a maid a maidens prayer, And for a father hear a child ! Ave Maria f They landed in that silvery eastward held their hasty way,Till, with the latest beams of light,The band arrived on Lanrick mustered in the vale belowClan-Alpines men in martial show. XXXI. A various scene the clansmen made:Some sat, some stood, some slowly strayed -^Ikit most, with mantles folded couched to rest upon the to be known by curious eye. Died on the harp the closing hymn, —Unmoved in attitude and limb,.As listening still, Clan-Alpines lordStood leaning on liis heavy the page with humble signTwice pointed to the suns wliile his plaid he round him cast, It is the last time — t is the last,He muttered thrice. — the last time eerThat angel-voice shall Roderick hear !It was a goading thought, — his strideHied hastier down the mountain-side;Sullen he flung him in the boat,An instant cross the lake it shot. From the deep heather where they well was matched the tartan screenWith heath-bell dark and brackens green;Unless where, here and there, a bladeOr lances point a glimmer made,Like glow-worm twinkling through the when, advancing through the saw the Chieftains eagle shout of welcome, shrill and the steep mountains steady it arose, and lake and fellThree times returned the martial yell;It died upon Bochastles plain,And Silence cl
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