Resigning lordship, lands, and state, 170 An image of more splendid days, She does not This little flower that loves the lea Member the May well my simple emblem be; court the is It drinks heaven's dew as blithe as rose. fustas That in the King's own garden grows;appey hel And when I place it in my hair, woul Allan, a bard is bound to swear he in the Rings He ne'er saw coronet so fair." Then playfully the chaplet wild She wreathed in her dark locks, and smiled. X Her smile, her speech, with winning sway, haky a 190 out the When angels stoop to soothe their woeing to Harp And leading star of every eye,pol primairall XI "Fair dreams are these," the maiden cried,- The would " Yet is this mossy rock to me rather have Worth splendid chair and canopy; 200 a morry Nor would my footstep spring more gay uch In courtly dance than blithe strathspey, dance a three Nor half so pleased mine ear incline and the To royal minstrel's lay as thine. music личне court. -- The Saxon scourge, Clan-Alpine's pride, The terror of Loch Lomond's side, Jaking matter XII The ancient bard her glee repressed: "Ill hast thou chosen theme for jest! out joke Named Black Sir Roderick e'er, and smiled? toke For who, through all this western wild, Roderick In 'Holy-Rood a knight he slew; I saw, when back the dirk he drew, They were courtiers give place before the stridejotkut afraid to Of the undaunted homicide; And since, though outlawed, hath his hand 210 220 Who else dared give—ah! woe the day, Roderick And now thy maiden charms expand, Looks for his guerdon in thy hand; If you Full soon may dispensation sought, mary Roding Be held in reverence and fear; And though to Roderick thou'rt so dear off XIII dangerous mean to "make mad. "Minstrel," the maid replied, and high To her brave chieftain son, from ire nor A deeper, holier debt is owed; prouectly And, could I pay it with my blood, father from
allha She would My blood, my life, but not my hand. will not Where ne'er was spoke a Scottish word, And ne'er the name of Douglas heard, An outcast pilgrim will she rove, 260 XIV "Thou shak'st, good friend, thy tresses gray,- admit But what I own? I grant him brave, Or jealous transport chafe his blood: mane But O! that very blade of steel to his county More mercy for a foe would feel: I grant him liberal, to flingtonite And in the Lowland leave behind, o Where once some pleasant hamlet stood, divid, huis I honor, as his daughter ought; But can I clasp it reeking red sompamin From peasants slaughtered in their shed? They make his passions darker seem, look warst This we hace charcter except for the little privedly And flash along his spirit high, 290 While yet a child, and children know, children ha I shuddered at his brow of gloom, when he was they was wai XV "What think I of him? woe the while That brought such wanderer to our isle! Did, self-unscabbarded, foreshow magic award If courtly spy hath harbored here, he cause the What may we for the Douglas fear? helt fell would what for this island, deemed of old from the door, afraan-Alpine's last and surest hold? fth If neither spy nor foe, I pray What yet may jealous Roderick say?- That kindled when at Beltane game |