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The Ladye would the feud forego, And deign to bless the nuptial hour Or Cranstoun's Lord and Teviot's Flower
As through the lists he ran;
He raised the dying man;
Still props him from the bloody sod,
And bids him trust in God! Unheard he prays;—the death-pang's oer!" Richard of Musgrave breathes no more.
Thought on the Spirit's prophecy,
“ Not you, but Fate, has vanquish'd me; Their influence kindly stars may shower On Teviot's tide and Branksome's tower,
For pride is quell'd, and love is free.”She took fair Margaret by the hand, Who, breathless, trembling, scarce might stand
That hand to Cranstoun's lord gave sbe :-
This clasp of love our bond shall be ;
To grace it with their company.”
The silent victor stands;
Of gratulating hands.
Among the Scottish bands;
As dizzy, and in pain;
Knew William of Deloraine!
“ And who art thou," they cried, “ Who hast this battle fought and won ?"His plumed helm was soon undone
“ Cranstoun of Teviot-side! For this fair prize I've fought and won,”— And to the Ladye led her son.
XXVII. All as they left the listed plain, Much of the story she did gain; How Cranstoun fought with Deloraine, And of his page, and of the Book Which from the wounded knight he took; And how he sought her castle high, That morn, by help of gramarye ; How, in Sir William's armour dight, Stolen by his page, while slept the knight, He took on him the single fight. But half his tale he left unsaid, And linger'd till he join'd the maid. Cared not the Ladye to betray Her mystic arts in view of day; But well she thought, ere midnight came, Of that strange page the pride to tame, From his foul hands the Book to save, And send it back to Michael's grave.Needs not to tell each tender word 'Twixt Margaret and 'twixt Cranstoun's lord; Nor how she told of former woes, And how her bosom fell and rose, While he and Musgrave bandied blows.Needs not these lovers' joys to tell: One day, fair maids, you'll know them well.
XXV. Full oft the rescued boy she kiss'd, And often press'd him to her breast; For, under all her dauntless show, Her heart had throbb’d at every blow; Yet not Lord Cranstoun deign'd she greet, Though low he kneeled at her feet. Me lists not tell what words were made, What Douglas, Home, and Howard, said
-For Howard was a generous foeAnd how the clan united pray'd
And taught that, in the listed plain,
Under the name of Deloraine.
The spectral apparition of a living person.
1 Orig.-" Unheard he prays ;-'lis o'er! 'tis o'er !"
And not a man of blood and breath.
Around, the horsemen slowly rode; Not much this new ally he loved,
With trailing pikes the spearmen trode; Yet, when he saw what hap had proved,
And thus the gallant knight they bore, He greeted him right heartilie :
Through Liddesdale to Leven's shore; He would not waken old debate,
Thence to Holme Coltrame's lofty nave,
And laid him in his father's grave.
The harp's wild notes, though hush'd the song, Unless when men-at-arms withstood,
The mimic march of death prolong; Or, as was meet, for deadly feud.
Now seems it far, and now a-near, He ne'er bore grudge for stalwart blow,
Now meets, and now eludes the ear; Ta'en in fair fight from gallant foe:
Now seems some mountain side to sweep, And so 'twas seen of him, e'en now,
Now faintly dies in valley deep; When on dead Musgrave he look'd down; Seems now as if the Minstrel's wail, Grief darken’d on his rugged brow,
Now the sad requiem, loads the gale; Though balf disguised with a frown;
Last, o'er the warrior's closing grave, And thus, while sorrow bent his head,
Rung the full choir in choral stave.
After due pause, they bade him tell,
Why he, who touch'd the harp so well, “ Now, Richard Musgrave, liest thou here !
Should thus, with ill-rewarded toil, I ween, my deadly enemy;
Wander a poor and thankless soil, For, if I slew thy brother dear,
When the more generous Southern Land
Would well requite his skilful hand.
The Aged Harper, howsoe'er
His only friend, his harp, was dear, Dark Musgrave, it was long of thee.
Liked not to hear it rank'd so high And, Musgrave, could our fight be tried,
Above his flowing poesy: And thou wert now alive, as I,
Less liked he still, that scornful jeer No mortal man should us divide,
Misprised the land he loved so dear; Till one, or both of us, did die :
High was the sound, as thus again
The Bard resumed his minstrel strain.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel. Thou wert the best to follow gear! 'Twas pleasure, as we look'd behind,
BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Dark Musgrave were alive again.”-3
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turr'd, Were bowning back to Cumberland.
From wandering on a foreign strand ! They raised brave Musgrave from the field,
If such there breathe, go, mark him well; And laid him on his bloody shield ;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell; On levell’a lances, four and four,
High though his titles, proud his name, By turns, the noble burden bore.
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Before, at times, upon the gale,
Despite those titles, power, and pelf, Was heard the Minstrel's plaintive wail;
The wretch, concentred all in self, Behind, four priests, in sable stole,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown, Sung requiem for the warrior's soul :
And, doubly dying, shall go down | “The lands, that over Ouse to Berwick forth do bear, Deloraine, who, roused from his bed of sickness, rushes into Have for their blazon had, the snafile, spur, and spear." the lists, and apostrophizes his fallen enemy, brought to our
Poly-Albion, Song 13 recollection, as well from the peculiar tum of expression in . See Appendix, Note 3 W
its commencement, as in the tone of sentiments which it con3 “The style of the old romancers has been very success- reys, some of the funebres orationes of the Mort Arthur."fully imitated in the whole of this scene; and the speech of Critical Review.
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
That lovely bue which comes and flies,
V. O Caledonia! stern and wild,'
Some bards have sung, the Ladye high Meet nurse for a poetic child !
Chapel or altar came not nigh; Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Nor durst the rites of spousal grace, Land of the mountain and the flood,
So much she fear'd each holy place. Land of my sires! what mortal hand
False slanders these :- I trust right well Can e'er untie the filial band,
She wrought not by forbidden spell ;* That knits me to thy rugged strand!
For mighty words and signs bave power Still, as I view each well-known scene,
O'er sprites in planetary hour: Think what is now, and what hath been,
Yet scarce I praise their venturous part, Seems as, to me, of all bereft,
Who tamper with such dangerous art. Sole friends thy woods and streams were
But this for faithful truth I say, left ;
The Ladye by the altar stood, And thus I love them better still,
Of sable velvet her array, Even in extremity of ill.
And on her head a crimson bood, By Yarrow's streams still let me stray,
With pearls embroider'd and entwined, Though none should guide my feeble way;
Guarded with gold, with ermine lined; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break,
A merlin sat upon her wrist 5
Held by a leash of silken twist.
The spousal rites were ended soon:
'Twas now the merry hour of noon, III.
And in the lofty arched hall Not scorn'd like me! to Branksome Hall
Was spread the gorgeous festival. The Minstrels came, at festive call;
Steward and squire, with heedful haste, Trooping they came, from near and far,
Marshall d the rank of every guest; The jovial priests of mirth and war;
Pages, with ready blade, were there, Alike for feast and fight prepared,
The mighty meal to carve and share: Battle and banquet both they shared.
O'er capon, heron-shew, and crane, Of late, before each martial clan,
And princely peacock's gilded train, They blew their death-note in the van,
And o'er the boar-head, garnish'd brave, But now, for every merry mate,
And cygnet from St. Mary's wave;? Rose the portcullis' iron grate;
O'er ptarmigan and venison, They sound the pipe, they strike the string,
The priest had spoke his benison. They dance, they revel, and they sing,
Then rose the riot and the din, Till the rude turrets shake and ring.
Above, beneath, without, within !
For, from the lofty balcony,
Rung trumpet, shalm, and psaltery:
Their clanging bowls old warriors quaff'd, The splendour of the spousal rite,
Loudly they spoke, and loudly laugh’d; How muster'd in the chapel fair
Whisper'd young knights, in tone more mild, Both maid and matron, squire and
To ladies fair, and ladies smiled. knight;
The hooded hawks, high perch'd on beam, Me lists not tell of owches rare,
The clamour join'd with whistling scream, Of mantles green, and braided hair,
And flapp'd their wings, and shook their bells, And kirtles furr'd with miniver;
In concert with the stag-hounds' yells. What plumage waved the altar round,
Round go the flasks of ruddy wine, How spurs and ringing chainlets sound;
From Bourdeaux, Orleans, or the Rhine; And hard it were for bard to speak
Their tasks the busy sewers ply, The changeful hue of Margaret's cheek ;
And all is mirth and revelry. I “The Lady of the Lake has nothing so good as the ad- 4 See Appendix, Note 3 X. 5 Ibid. Note 3 Y. dress to Scotland."-MACINTOSH.
6 See Appendix, Note 3 Z. 9 The preceding four lines now form the inscription on the 7 There are often flights of wild swans upon St. Mary's monument of Sir Walter Scott in the market-place of Sel- Lake, at the head of the river Yarrow. See Wordsworth's kirk.--See Life, vol. x. p. 257.
Yarrow Visited. 3 The line " Still lay my head," &c., was not in the first
“ The swan on still St. Mary's Lake edition. ED.
Floats double, swan and sbadow."-ED.
Since old Buccleuch the name did gain,
while blood ran hot and high,
Remember'd him of Tinlinn's yew,
That ever he the arrow drew.
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,8)
See Appendix, Note 4 A.
order; but the goblin page is well introduced, as applying a 2 Ibid. Note 4 B.
torch to this mass of combustibles. Quarrels, highly charac3 The person bearing this redoubtable nom de guerre was teristic of Border manners, both in their cause and the manan Elliot, and resided at Thorleshope, in Liddesdale. He ner in which they are supported, ensue, as well among the occurs in the list of Border riders, in 1597.
lordly guests, as the yoemen assembled in the buttery."* See Appendix, Note 4 C.
Critical Review, 1805. 5 "The appearance and dress of the company assembled in 6 See Appendix, Note 4 D. the chapel, and the description of the subsequent feast, in 7 " It is the author's object, in these songs, to exemplify which the hounds and hawks are not the least important per the different styles of ballad narrative which prevailed in this sonages of the drama, are again happy imitations of those island at diffurent periods, or in different conditions of society. authors from whose rich but unpolished ore Mr. Scott has the first (ALBERT's) is conducted upon the rude and simplo wrought much of his most exquisite imagery and description. model of the old Border dittics, and produces its effect by the A society, such as that assembled in Branxholm Castle, in- direct and concise narrative of a tragical occurrence."-JEF flamed with national prejudices, and heated with wine, seems to have contained in itself sufficient seeds of spontaneous dis- 8 See Appendix, Note 4 E.