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I lost it in this bustling day.
Ill with King James's mood that day,
Of Moray, Mar, and Roderick Dhu,
1 Stabbed by James II. in Stirling Castle.
LADY OF THE LAKE.
The sun, awakening, through the smoky air
Of the dark city casts a sullen glance, Rousing each caitiff to his task of care,
Of sinful man the sad inheritance; Summoning revellers from the lagging dance,
Scaring the prowling robber to his den; Gilling on battled tower the warder's lance,
And warning student pale to leave his pen, And yield his drowsy eyes to the kind nurse of men.
What various scenes, and, O! what scenes of woe,
Are witness'd by that red and struggling beam !