The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . youth To serve in ladys bower ? Or was the gentle page, in sooth,A gentle paramour ? XVI. Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest: He rolled his kindling pain his rising wratlisuppressed, 70 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Yet made a calm reply :That boy thou thou<;ht so goodly misjht not hro(tk the Northern of his fate if thou wouldst learn,I left him sick in ;ih of him. — Hut, Heron, say,Wiiy does thy lovely lady gayDisdain to grace the hall to-day ?Or has that dame
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . youth To serve in ladys bower ? Or was the gentle page, in sooth,A gentle paramour ? XVI. Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest: He rolled his kindling pain his rising wratlisuppressed, 70 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Yet made a calm reply :That boy thou thou<;ht so goodly misjht not hro(tk the Northern of his fate if thou wouldst learn,I left him sick in ;ih of him. — Hut, Heron, say,Wiiy does thy lovely lady gayDisdain to grace the hall to-day ?Or has that dame, so fair and sage,Gone on some pious pilgrimage ? —He spoke in covert scorn, for fameWhispered light tales of Herons dame. I have not ridden in Scotland sinceJames backed the cause of that mock princeWarbeck, that Flemish counterfeit,Who on the gibbet paid the did I march with Surreys power,What time we razed old Ayton tower. — XIX. For such-like need, my lord, I trow,Norham can find you guides enow;For here be some have pricked as farOn Scottish ground as to Dunbar,. Unmarked, at least unrecked, the taunt. Careless the knight replied: No bird whose feathers gayly flaunt Delights in cage to bide :Norham is grim and grated in by battlement and fosse, And many a darksome better loves my lady brightTo sit in liberty and light In fair Queen Margarets hold our greyhound in our hand. Our falcon on our glove,But where shall we find leash or band For dame that loves to rove .Let the wild falcon soar her swing,She 11 stoop when she has tired her wing. XVIII. Nay. if with Royal Jamess bride The lovely Lady Heron bide, 15ehold me here a messenger. Your tender greetings prompt to bear; For. to the Scottish court addressed, I journey at our kings behest, And pray you, of your grace, jirovide For me and mine a trustv jruide. Have drunk the monks of Saint Bothans ale,And driven the beeves of Lauderdale,Harried the wives of (ireenlaws
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