. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. Before that tide of flight and shall it keep its rooted place. The spearmens twilight wood? — Down, down, cried Mar, your lancesdown ! Bear back both friend and foe ! —Like reeds before the tempests frown,That serried grove of lances brown At once lay levelled low ;And closely shouldering side to side,The bristling ranks the onset bide. — We 11 quell the savage mountaineer. As their Tinchel cows the game!They come as fleet as forest deer. We 11 drive them back as tame. But Moray wheeled his re
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. Before that tide of flight and shall it keep its rooted place. The spearmens twilight wood? — Down, down, cried Mar, your lancesdown ! Bear back both friend and foe ! —Like reeds before the tempests frown,That serried grove of lances brown At once lay levelled low ;And closely shouldering side to side,The bristling ranks the onset bide. — We 11 quell the savage mountaineer. As their Tinchel cows the game!They come as fleet as forest deer. We 11 drive them back as tame. But Moray wheeled his rearward rankOf horsemen on Clan-Alpines flank, — My banner-men, advance JI see, he cried, their column , gallants ! for your ladies sake, Upon them with the lance ! —The horsemen dashed among the rout, As deer break through the broom;Their steeds are stout, their swords areout, They soon make lightsome best are backward borne — Where, where was Roderick then !One blast upon his bugle-horn Were worth a thousand men. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 241. And refluent through the pass of fear The battles tide was poured;Vanished the Saxons struggling spear, Vanished the Bracklinns chasm, so black and steep, Receives her roaring linn,As the dark caverns of the deepSuck the wild whirlpool in,So did the deep and darksome passDevour the battles mingled mass ;None linger now upon the plain,Save those who neer shall fisrht again. * Now westward rolls the battles din,That deep and doubling pass within.—Minstrel, away ! the work of fateIs bearing on ; its issue wait,Where the rude Trosachs dread defileOpens on Katrines lake and Benvenue I soon Katrine lay beneath me sun is set; — the clouds are lowering scowl of heaven 16 An inky hue of livid blueTo the deep lake has given ;Strange gusts of wind from mountain glenSwept oer the lake, then sunk heeded not the eddying eye but saw the
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