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'Twixt cloud and ocean hung, Glanced with a thousand lights of glee, And landward far, and far to sea,

Her festal radiance flung.'
By that blithe beacon-light they steerd,

Whose lustre mingled well
With the pale beam that now appear’d,
As the cold moon her head uprear'd

Above the eastern fell.

To light the upward way.
“ Thrice welcome, holy Sire!” he said ;
“ Full long the spousal train have staid,

And, vex'd at thy delay,
Fear'd lest, amidst these wildering seas,
The dark some night and freshening breeze

Had driven thy bark astray.”—

Thus guided, on their course they bore,
Until they neard the mainland shore,
When frequent on the hollow blast
Wild shouts of merriment were cast,
And wind and wave and sea-birds' cry
With wassail sounds in concert vie,
Like funeral shrieks with revelry,

Or like the battle-shout
By peasants heard from cliffs on high,
When Triumph, Rage, and Agony,

Madden the fight and route.
Now nearer yet, through mist and storm
Dimly arose the Castle's form,

And deepen'd' shadow inade,
Far lengthen’d on the main below,
Where, dancing in reflected glow,

A hundred torches play'd, Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in this vale of pain,

That dazzle as they fade.*

“ Warder," the younger stranger 6 said,
“ Thine erring guess some mirth bad made
In mirthful hour; but nights like these,
When the rough winds wake western seas,
Brook not of glee. We crave some aid
And needful shelter for this maid

Until the break of day;
For, to ourselves, the deck's rude plank
Is easy as the mossy bank

That's breath'd upon by May.
And for our storm-toss'd skiff we seek
Short shelter in this leeward creek,
Prompt when the dawn the east shall streak

Again to bear away."-
Answered the Warder," In what name
Assert ye hospitable claim ?

Whence come, or whither bound ?
Hath Erin seen your parting sails ?
Or come ye on Norweyan gales ?
And seek ye England's fertile vales,

Or Scotland's mountain ground ?”

Beneath the Castle's sheltering lee,
They staid their course in quiet sea.
Hewn in the rock, a passage there
Sought the dark fortress by a stair,

So straight, so high, so steep,
With peasant's staff one valiant hand
Might well the dizzy pass have mann'd,
'Gainst hundreds arm’d with spear and brand,

And plunged them in the deep.5
His bugle then the helmsman wound;
Loud answer'd every echo round,

From turret, rock, and bay,
The postern's hinges crash and groan,
And soon the warder's cresset shone
On those rude steps of slippery stone,

6 Warriors-for other title none
For some brief space we list to own,

Bound by a vow-warriors are we;
. In strife by land, and storm by sea,

We have been known to fame;
And these brief words have import dear,
When sounded in a noble ear,
To harbour safe, and friendly cheer,

That gives us rightful claim.
Grant us the trivial boon we seek,
And we in other realms will speak

Fair of your courtesy ;
Deny-and be your niggard Hold
Scorn’d by the noble and the bold,
Shunn'd by the pilgrim on the wold,

And wanderer on the lea!”—

1 " The description of the vessel's approach to the Castle 2 MS. -"The wind, the wave, the sea-birds' cry, through the tempestuous and sparkling waters, and the con

In melancholy concert vie." trast of the gloomy aspect of the billows with the glittering

3 MS._" Darksome." splendour of Artornish,

4 "Mr. Scott, we observed in the newspapers, was engaged

during last summer in a maritime expedition; and, accord""Twixt cloud and ocean hung,'

ingly, the most striking novelty in the present poem is the ex

tent and variety of the sea pieces with which it abounds. One sending her radiance abroad through the terrors of the night of the first we meet with is the picture of the distresses of the and mingling at intervals the shouts of her revelry with the King's little bark, and her darkling run to the shelter of Ar wilder cadence of the blast, is one of the happiest instances of tornish Castle."-- Edinburgh Review, 1815: Mr. Scott's felicity in awful and magnificent scenery."Criti. 6 See Appendix, Note K. cal Review.

6 ms.-" That younger leader."

But every jealous post of ward
Was now defenceless and unbarr'd,

And all the passage free
To one low-brow'd and vaulted roon.,
Where squi and yeoman, page and

Plied their loud revelry.

XXVII. “ Bold stranger, no-'gainst claim like thine, No bolt revolves by hand of mine,' Though urged in tone that more express’d A monarch than a suppliant guest. Be what ye will, Artornish Hall On this glad eve is free to alı. Though ye had drawn a hostile sword 'Gainst our ally, great England's Lord, Or mail upon your shoulders borne, To battle with the Lord of Lorn, Or, outlaw'd, dwelt by greenwood tree With the fierce Knight of Ellerslie, Or aided even the murderous strife, When Comyn fell beneath the knife Of that fell homicide The Bruce, This night had been a term of truce.Ho, vassals ! give these guests your care, And show the narrow postern stair.”

And “ Rest ye here,” the Warder bade,
“ Till to our Lord your suit is said.-
And, comrades, gaze not on the maid,
And on these men who ask our aid,

As if ye ne'er had seen
A damsel tired of midnight bark,
Or wanderers of a moulding stark,

And bearing martial mien."
But not for Eachin's reproof
Would page or vassal stand aloof,

But crowded on to stare,
As men of courtesy untaught,
Till fiery Edward roughly caught,

From one the foremost there,7
His chequer'd plaid, and in its shroud,
To hide her from the vulgar crowd,

Involved his sister fair.
His brother, as the clansman bent
His sullen brow in discontent,

Made brief and stern excusa;“ Vassal, were thine the cloak of pall That decks thy Lord in bridal hall,

"Twere honour'd by her use."

To land these two bold brethren leapt,
(The weary crew their vessel kept,)
And, lighted by the torches' flare,
That seaward Aung their smoky glare,
The younger knight that maiden bare

Half lifeless up the rock;
On his strong shoulder lean’d her head,
And down her long dark tresses shed,
As the wild vine in tendrils spread,

Droops from the mountain oak. Him follow'd close that elder Lord, And in his hand a sheathed sword,

Such as few arms could wield; But when he bound him to such task, Well could it cleave the strongest casque,

And rend the surest shield."

XXIX. 'The raised portcullis’ arch they pass, The wicket with its bars of brass,

The entrance long and low,5 Flank'd at each turn by loop-holes strait, Where bowmen might in ambush wait, (If force or fraud should burst the gate,)

To gall an entering foe.

XXXI. Proud was his tone, but calm; his eye Had that compelling dignity, His mien that bearing haught and high,

Which common spirits fear! 8 Needed nor word nor signal more, Nod, wink, and laughter, all were o'er; Upon each other back they bore,

And gazed like startled deer. But now appear'd the Seneschal, Commission’d by his lord to call The strangers to the Baron's hall,

Where feasted fair and free

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8“ Still sways their souls with that commanding art

That dazzles, Icads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
What is that spell, that thus his lawless train
Confess and envy, yet oppose in vain?
What should it be, that thus their faith can bind?
The power of Thought-the magic of the Mind!
Link'd with success, assumed and kept with skill,
That moi. Ids another's weakness to its will;
Wields with their hands, but, still to these unknown,
Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own.
Such hath it been-shall be-beneath the sun
The many still must labour for the one!
"Tis Nature's doom."

BYRON'S Corsair.

* MS.-" The entrance vaulted low." O MS.—" Or warlike men of moulding stark." : MS." Till that hot Edward fiercely caught

From cne, the boldest there."

That Island Prince in nuptial tide,
With Edith there his lovely bride,
And her bold brother by her side,
and many a chief, the flower and pride

Of Western land and sea.'

Here pause we, gentles, for a space;
And, if our tale hath won your grace,
Grant us brief patience, and again
We will renew the minstrel strain.2

The vacant brow, the unlistening eas,
They gave to thoughts of raptures near,
And his fierce starts of sudden gleo
Seem'd bursts of bridegroom's ecstasy.
Nor thus alone misjudged the crowd,
Since lofty Lorn, suspicious, proud,
And jealous of his honour'd line,
And that keen knight, De Argentine,
(From England sent on errand high,
The western league more firm to tie,) 8
Both deem'd in Ronald's mood to find
A lover's transport-troubled mind.
But one sad heart, one tearful eye,
Pierced deeper through the mystery,
And watch'd, with agony and fear,
Her wayward bridegroom's varied cheer.

The Lord of the Isles.


Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board !
Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair!
Through the loud hall in joyous concert pourd,
Let mirth and music sound the dirge of Care!
But ask thou not if Happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear;

Lift not the festal mask !-enough to know,
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.3

IV. She watch’d-yet fear'd to meet his glance, And he shunn'd hers;-till when by chance They met, the point of foeman's lance

Had given a milder pang! Beneath the intolerable smart He writhed-then sternly mann'd his heart To play his hard but destined part,

And from the table sprang. “ Fill me the mig!

cup!” he said,
“ Erst own'd by royal Somerled: 9
Fill it, till on the studded brim
In burning gold the bubbles swim,
And every gem of varied shine
Glow doubly bright in rosy wine!
To you, brave lord, and brother mine,

Of Lorn, this pledge I drink-
The union of Our House with thine,

By this fair bridal-link!”–

With beakers' clang, with harpers’ lay,
With all that olden time deem'd gay,
The Island Chieftain feasted high;
But there was in his troubled eye
A gloomy fire, and on his brow
Nuw sudden flush'd, and faded now,
Emotions such as draw their birth
From deeper source than festal mirth.
By fits he paused, and harper's strain
And jester's tale went round in vain,
Or fell but on his idle ear
Like distant sounds which dreamers hear.
Then would he rouse him, and employ
Each art to aid the clamorous joy,

And call for pledge and lay,
And, for brief space, of all the crowd,
As he was loudest of the loud,

Seem gayest of the gay.5

V. “ Let it pass round!” quoth He of Loru, “ And in good time—that winded hort

Must of the Abbot tell;
The laggard monk is come at last."
Lord Ronald heard the bugle-blast,
And on the floor at random cast,

The untasted goblet fell.
But when the warder in his ear
Tells other news, bis blither cheer

Returns like sun of May,
When through a thunder-cloud it boamis!-.
Lord of two hundred isles, he seems

As glad of brief delay,

III. Yet nought amiss the bridal throng Mark'd in brief mirth, or musing long;

MS.—“Of mountain chivalry." 9 “ The first Canto is full of business and description, and the scenes are such as Mr. Scott's muse generally excels in. The scene between Edith and her nurse is spirited, and contains many very pleasing lines. The description of Lord Ronald's fleet, and of the bark endeavouring to make her way against the wind, more particularly of the last, is executed with extraordinary beauty and fidelity."- Quarterly Review. 8“Even in langhter the heart is sorrowful; and the end that mirth is heaviness."- Proverbs, xiv. 13.

4 MS.

"and give birth To jest, to wassail, and to mirth." 5 MS.--" Would seem the loudest of the loud.

And gayest of the gay." 6 MS.—" Since Lorn, the proudest of the prou:). 7 MS.--" And since the keen De Argentine." 8 See Appendix, Note L. 9 See Appendix, Note M.

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As some poor criminal might feel,

Mark'd ye the younger stranger's eye,
When, from the gibbet or the wheel,

My mates, how quick, how keen, how ligh,
Respited for a day.

How fierce its flashes fell,

Glancing among the noble rout 8

As if to seek the noblest out, “ Brother of Lorn," with hurried voice

Because the owner might not brook
He said, “ And you, fair lords, rejoice!

On any save his peers to look?
Here, to augment our glee,

And yet it moves me more,
Come wandering knights from travel far,

That steady, calm, majestic brow,
Well proved, they say, in strife of war,

With which the elder chief even now
And tempest on the sea.-

Scann'd the gay presence o'er,
Ho! give them at your board such place

Like being of superior kind,
As best their presences may grace,?

In whose high-toned impartial mind
And bid them welcome free!”

Degrees of mortal rank and state
With solemn step, and silver wand,

Seem objects of indifferent weight. The Seneschal the presence scann'd

The lady too-though closely tied Of these strange guests ;9 and well he

The mantle veil both face and eye, knew

Her motions' grace it could not hide,
How to assign their rank its due ;3

Nor could her form's fair symmetry.”
For though the costly furs
That erst had deck'd their caps were torn,

And their gay robes were over-worn,

Suspicious doubt and lordly scorn
And soild their gilded spurs,

Lourd on the haughty front of Lorn.
Yet such a high commanding grace

From underneath his brows of pride, Was in their mien and in their face,

The stranger guests he sternly eyed,
As suited best the princely dais,

And whisper'd closely what the ear
And royal canopy;

Of Argentine alone might hear;
And there he marshall’d them their place,

Then question’d, high and brief,
First of that company.

If, in their voyage, aught they knew

Of the rebellious Scottish crew,

Who to Rath-Erin's shelter drew,
Then lords and ladies spake aside,

With Carrick's outlaw'd Chief ? 10 And angry looks the error chide, 5

And if, their winter's exile o'er, That gave to guests unnamed, unknown,

They harbour'd still by Ulster's shore,
A place so near their prince's throne;

Or launch'd their galleys on the main,
But Owen Erraught said,

To vex their native land again ?
“ For forty years a seneschal,
To marshal guests in bower and hall

Has been my honour'd trade.

That younger stranger, fierce and high,
Worship and birth to me are known,

At once confronts the Chieftain's By look, by bearing, and by tone,

With look of equal scornNot by furr'd robe or broider'd zone;

“ Of rebels have we nought to show; And 'gainst an oaken bough

But if of Royal Bruce thou’dst know, I'll gage my silver wand of state,

I warn thee he has sworn,12
That these three strangers oft have sate

Ere thrice three days shall come and gu,
In higher place than now.”_0

His banner Scottish winds shall blow,

Despite each mean or mighty foe,

From England's every bill and bow, “ I, too,” the aged Ferrand said,

To Allaster of Lorn." “ Am qualified by minstrel trade 7

Kindled the mountain Chieftain's ire, Of rank and place to tell ;

But Ronald quench'd the rising fire;

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I MS.-“ As may their presence fittest grace." 9 MS.--"With solemn pace, and silver rod,

The Seneschal the entrance show'd

To these strange guests." • See Appendix, Note N.

4 Dais-the great hall-table-elevated a step or two above the rest of the room. 5 MS." Aside then lords and ladies spake,

And ushers censured the mistake." “The first entry of the illustrious strangers into the castle

of the Celtic chief, is in the accustomed and peculiar style of
the poet of chivalry."-JEFFREY.
7 MS.-"', too,' old Ferrand said, and laugha,

Am qualified by minstrel craft."
8 MS.

" the festal rout." 9 MS.-“ Nor hide," &c. 10 See Appendix, Note 0. 11 MS.-" That younger stranger, nought out-dared,

Was prompt the haughty Chief to beard.” 12 MS.-" Men say that he has sworu."

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“Gem! ne'er wrought on Highland mountain,
Did the fairy of the fountain,
Or the mermaid of the wave,
Frame thee in some coral cave ?
Did, in Iceland's darksome mine,
Dwarf's swart hands thy metal twine ?
Or, mortal-moulded, comest thou here,
From England's love, or France's fear?


Song continued.
“No!-thy splendours nothing tell
Foreign art or faëry spell.
Moulded thou for monarch's use,
By the overweening Bruce,
When the royal robe he tied
O'er a heart of wrath and pride;
Thence in triumph wert thou torn,
By the victor hand of Lorn!

As glares the tiger on his foes,
Hemm'd in by hunters, spears, and bows,
And, ere he bounds upon the ring,
Selects the object of his spring,
Now on the bard, now on his Lord,
So Edward glared and grasp'd his sword-..
But stern his brother spoke,—“ Be still.
What! art thou yet so wild of will,
After high deeds and sufferings long,
To chafe thee for a menial's song ?--
Well hast thou framed, Old Man, thy strains,
To praise the hand that pays thy pains ! !
Yet something might thy song have told
Of Lorn's three vassals, true and bold,
Who rent their Lord from Bruce's hold,
As underneath his knee he lay,
And died to save him in the fray.
I've heard the Bruce's cloak and clasp
Was clench'd within their dying grasp,
What time a hundred foemen more
Rush'd in, and back the victor bore, lo
Long after Lorn had left the strife,"
Full glad to 'scape with limb and life.

When the gem was won and lost,
Widely was the war-cry toss'd!
Rung aloud Bendourish fell,
Answer'd Douchart's sounding dell,

1 " The description of the bridal feast, in the second Canto, tions. In the struggle, however, the brooch which fastoned has several animated lines; but the real power and poetry of his royal mantle had been torn off by the assailants; and it the author do not appear to us to be called out until the occa- is on the subject of this trophy that the Celtic poet pour sion of the Highland quarrel which follows the feast."- forth this wild, rapid, and spirited strain."-JEFFREY. Monthly Review, March, 1815.

4 Ibid, Note Q. 9 “In a very different style of excellence (from that of the 8 See Appendix, Note R.

8 See Appendix, Note P.

8 Ibid, Note S. first three stanzas) is the triumphant and insulting song of the 7 See Appendix, Note T. bard of Lorn, commemorating the pretended victory of his 8 MS.-“ Left his followers to the sword.” chief over Robert Bruce, in one of their rencontres. Bruce, 9 See Appendix, Note U. to truth, had been set on by some of that clan, and had extri- 10 The MS. has not this couplet. Culed himself from a fearful overmatch by stupendous exer- 11 MS.-“When breathless Lorn had left the strija."

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