. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. Nor would my footstep spring more gayIn courtly dance than blithe half so pleased mine ear incline •To royal minstrels lay as then for suitors proud and high,To bend before my conquering eye,—Thou, flattering bard ! thyself wilt say,That grim Sir Roderick owns its Saxon scourge, Clan-Alpines pride,The terror of Loch Lomonds side. I saw, when back the dirk he drew,Courtiers give place before the strideOf the undaunted homicide ;And since, though outlawed, hath his handFu
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. Nor would my footstep spring more gayIn courtly dance than blithe half so pleased mine ear incline •To royal minstrels lay as then for suitors proud and high,To bend before my conquering eye,—Thou, flattering bard ! thyself wilt say,That grim Sir Roderick owns its Saxon scourge, Clan-Alpines pride,The terror of Loch Lomonds side. I saw, when back the dirk he drew,Courtiers give place before the strideOf the undaunted homicide ;And since, though outlawed, hath his handFull sternly kept his mountain else dared give — ah ! woe the I such hated truth should say ! —The Douglas, like a stricken deer,Disowned by every noble peer,Even the rude refug-e we have here ? 174 SCOTTS POETICAL ITOAAS. e^. Alas, this wild marauding Chief Alone might hazard our relief. And now thy maiden charms expand, Looks for his guerdon in thy hand; Full soon mav dis])ensation sought, To back his suit, from Rome be brought. Then, though an exile on the hill. Thv father, as the Douglas, still lie held in reverence and fear: And though to Roderick thou rt so dear That thou mightst guide with silken thread, Slave of thy will, this chieftain dread. Yet. O loved maid, thy mirth refrain ! Thv hand is on a lions mane. — XIII. Minstrel. the maid replied, and highHer fathers soul glanced from her eye. My debts to Rodericks house I know :.Ml that a mother could bestowTo Lady Margarets care I owe,Since first an orphan in the wildShe sorrowed oer her sisters child ;To her brave chieftain son, from ireOf Scotlands king who shrouds my \ deeper, holier debt is owed ;And. could 1 pay it with my blood. Allan ! Sir Roderick should commandMy blood, my life, — but not my will Ellen Douglas dwellA v
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