Marmion . he harp, with glee. Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively air, she rung. While thus the wily lady sung: — LOCHIX^AR. Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;And save liis good broadsword, he weapons had rode all unarmed, and he rode all faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for lirake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Xetherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallan
Marmion . he harp, with glee. Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively air, she rung. While thus the wily lady sung: — LOCHIX^AR. Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;And save liis good broadsword, he weapons had rode all unarmed, and he rode all faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for lirake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Xetherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war. Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Locliinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the brides father, his hand on his sword, — For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,— Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ? —. CANTO V. THE COURT. 201 I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; —Love swells like the Sol way, but ebbs like its tide —And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,To lead but one measure, drink one cup of are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar, The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the looked down to blush, and she looked up to a smile on her lips, and a tear in her took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — Now tread we a measure! said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume. And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, T were better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar. One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When th
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