Select poems . st! thou little knowst 102 SCOTT. The rank, the honours, thou hast lost ! O might I live to see thee grace, In Scotlands court, thy birthright place, To see my favourites step advance, 195 The lightest in the courtly dance, The cause of ever\ gallants sigh. And leading star of every eye, And theme of every minstrels art. The Lady of the Bleeding Heart! — 200 XI. *Fair dreams are these. the maiden cried, (Light was her accent, j^et she sighed), Yet is this mossy rock to me Worth splendid chair and canopy ; Nor would my footsteps spring more gay 200 Li courtly dance than blithe st
Select poems . st! thou little knowst 102 SCOTT. The rank, the honours, thou hast lost ! O might I live to see thee grace, In Scotlands court, thy birthright place, To see my favourites step advance, 195 The lightest in the courtly dance, The cause of ever\ gallants sigh. And leading star of every eye, And theme of every minstrels art. The Lady of the Bleeding Heart! — 200 XI. *Fair dreams are these. the maiden cried, (Light was her accent, j^et she sighed), Yet is this mossy rock to me Worth splendid chair and canopy ; Nor would my footsteps spring more gay 200 Li courtly dance than blithe strathspey, Nor half so pleased mine ear incline To royal minstrels lay as thine. And then for suitors proud and high, To bend before my conquering , 210 Thou, flattering bard ! thyself will say. That grim Sir Roderick owns its sway. The Saxon scourge, Clan-Alpines pride, The terror of Loch Lomonds side. Would, at iwy suit, thou knowst, delay 215 A Lennox foray—for a day.— THE LADY OF 7HE LAKE. 103 nOLY-RtD PALACK, NEAR EDINBURGH. The ancient bard her glee repressed; ?• 111 hast thou chosen theme for jest ! For who, through all this western wild, Named Black Sir Roderick eer, and smiled ? 21*0 111 Hol3-Rood a knight he slew ; I saw, when back the dirk he drew, Courtiers give place before the stride Of the undaunted homicide ; And since, though outlawed, hath his hand 225 Full sternly kept his mountain land. Who else dared give—ah ! woe the daj, That I such hated truth should saj— The Douglas, like a stricken deer, Disowned by every noble peer, 23j 104 SCOTT. Even the rude refuge we have here? Alas, this wild marauding Chief Alone might hazard our relief, And now thy maiden charms expand, Looks for his guerdon in tliy hand ; 235 Full soon may dispensation sought. To back his suit, from Rome be brought. Then, though an exile on the hill, Thy father, as the Douglas, still Be held in reverence and fear ; 240 And though to Roderick thourt so dear That thou mights
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