. Home school of American literature: . hat, warder; ho I SIR WALTER SCOTT. 617 Let the portcullis fall.—Lord Marmion turned—well was his need—And dashed the rowels in his steed,Like arrow through the archway sprung,The ponderous gate behind him rung :To pass there was such scanty room,The bars, descending, grazed his plume. The steed along the drawbridge flies. Just as it trembled on the rise ; Nor lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lakes level brim ; And when Lord Marmion reached his band. He halts, and turns with clenched hand. And shouts of loud defiance pours,And shook his gau
. Home school of American literature: . hat, warder; ho I SIR WALTER SCOTT. 617 Let the portcullis fall.—Lord Marmion turned—well was his need—And dashed the rowels in his steed,Like arrow through the archway sprung,The ponderous gate behind him rung :To pass there was such scanty room,The bars, descending, grazed his plume. The steed along the drawbridge flies. Just as it trembled on the rise ; Nor lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lakes level brim ; And when Lord Marmion reached his band. He halts, and turns with clenched hand. And shouts of loud defiance pours,And shook his gauntlet at the ! horse! the Douglas cried, chase!But soon he reined his furys pace : A royal messenger he came,Though most unworthy of the Mary mend my fiery mood !Old age neer cools the Douglas blood,I thought to slay him where he stood.—Tis pity of him, too, he cried :Bold can he speak, and fairly ride,I warrant him a warrior tried.—With this his mandate he slowlv seeks his castle halls. arul. Melrose Abeey. MELROSE Lay of the Last Minstrel. ilF THOU wouldst view fair Melrose visit it by the pale moonlight;For the gay beams of lightsome dayGild but to flout the ruins the broken arches are black in each shafted oriel glimmers white;When the cold lights uncertain showerStreams on the ruined central tower ;When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivor); When silver edges the imagery. And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot oer the dead mans grave. Then go—but go alone the while— Then view St. Davids ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! 6i8 SIR WALTER SCOTT. THE FISHERMANS FUNERAL • The Antiquary. ilR. Oldbuck soon arrived before the half-dozen cottages at Mussel-Crag. Theynow had, in addition to theirusual squalidand uncomfortable appearance, the melancho
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