The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . ane,And princely peacocks gilded oer the boar-head, garnished brave,And cygnet from Saint Marys ptarmigan and venison,The priest had spoke his rose the riot and the , beneath, without, within !For, from the lofty balcony. 50 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Rung trumpet, shalm, and psaltery :Their clanj^inj; bowls old warriors quaffed,Loudly they spoke and loudly laughed ;Whispered young knights, in lt)nemt)remild,To ladies fair, and ladies hocxled hawks, high ije
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . ane,And princely peacocks gilded oer the boar-head, garnished brave,And cygnet from Saint Marys ptarmigan and venison,The priest had spoke his rose the riot and the , beneath, without, within !For, from the lofty balcony. 50 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Rung trumpet, shalm, and psaltery :Their clanj^inj; bowls old warriors quaffed,Loudly they spoke and loudly laughed ;Whispered young knights, in lt)nemt)remild,To ladies fair, and ladies hocxled hawks, high ijerched on beam,The clamor joined witli whistling scream,And flapped their wings and shook their bells,In concert with the stag-hounds yells. By nature fierce, and warm with now in humor highly crossedAbout some steeds his band had words to words succeeding with his gauntlet stout Hunthili,A hot and hardy Rutherford,Wiiom men called Dickon took it on the pages saye,Hunthili had driven these steeds Howard, Home, and Douglas rose,. Round go the flasks of ruddy wine,From Bordeaux, Orleans, or the Rhine ;Their tasks the busy sewers all is mirth and revelry. VII. The Goblin Page, omitting still No opportunity of ill, Strove now, while blood ran hot and high. To rouse debate and jealousy; Till Conrad, Lord of Wolfenstein, The kindling discord to compose; Stern Rutherford right little said. But bit his glove and shook his head. A fortnight thence, in Inglewood. Stout Conrad, cold, and drenched in blood, His bosom gored with many a wound. Was by a woodmans lyme-dog found : Unknown the manner of his death. Gone was his brand, both sword and sheath; But ever from that time, t was said. That Dickon wore a Colo<rne blade. THE LA V OF THE LAST MINSTREL. 51 The dwarf, who feared his masters eyeMight his foul treachery espie,Now sought the castle buttery,Where many a yeoman, bold and free,Revelled as merrily and wellAs those
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