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Safe and free from magic power,
And round the Champion's brows were bound
And this was what remained of all
But where should Warrior seek the meed,
MY LUCY, when the maid is won,
Were ordinance too hard.
Our lovers, briefly be it said,
When tale or play is o'er;
Lived long and blessed, loved fond and true,
Of the Valley of Saint John;
But never man since brave De Vaux
"Tis now a vain illusive show,
That melts whene'er the sunbeams glow,
But see, my love, where far below
Our menials eye our steepy way,
On this gigantic hill.
So think the vulgar-Life and time
And O! beside these simple knaves,
The greenwood, and the wold;
THE Scene of this Poem lies, at first, in the Castle of Artornish, on the coast of Argyleshire; and, afterwards, in the Islands of Skye and Arran, and upon the coast of Ayrshire. Finally, it is laid near Stirling. The story opens in the spring of the year 1307, when Bruce, who had been driven out of Scotland by the English, and the Barons who adhered to that foreign interest, returned from the Island of Rachrin, on the coast of Ireland, again to assert his claims to the Scottish crown. Many of the personages and incidents introduced are of historical celebrity. The authorities used are chiefly those of the venerable Lord Hailes, as well entitled to be called the restorer of Scottish history, as Bruce the restorer of Scottish monarchy; and of Archdeacon Barbour, a correct edition of whose Metrical History of Robert Bruce will soon, I trust, appear under the care of my learned friend, the Rev. Dr. Jamieson.
ABBOTSFORD, 10th December, 1814.