To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. II. O Caledonia! stern and wild,' Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, That knits me to thy rugged strand! Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; And thus I love them better still, By Yarrow's streams still let me stray, III. Not scorn'd like me! to Branksome Hall They sound the pipe, they strike the string, IV. Me lists not at this tide declare The splendour of the spousal rite, How muster'd in the chapel fair Both maid and matron, squire and Me lists not tell of owches rare, "The Lady of the Lake has nothing so good as the address to Scotland."-MACINTOSH. 2 The preceding four lines now form the inscription on the monument of Sir Walter Scott in the market-place of Selkirk. See Life, vol. x. p. 257. 3 The line " Still lay my head," &c., was not in the first edition.-ED. That lovely hue which comes and flies, As awe and shame alternate rise! V. Some bards have sung, the Ladye high Chapel or altar came not nigh; And on her head a crimson hood, VI. The spousal rites were ended soon: Rung trumpet, shalm, and psaltery: Their clanging bowls old warriors quaff'd, Loudly they spoke, and loudly laugh'd; Whisper'd young knights, in tone more mild, To ladies fair, and ladies smiled. The hooded hawks, high perch'd on beam, The clamour join'd with whistling scream, 4 See Appendix, Note 3 X. 5 Ibid. Note 3 Y. 7 There are often flights of wild swans upon St. Mary's Lake, at the head of the river Yarrow. See Wordsworth's Yarrow Visited. "The swan on still St. Mary's Lake VII. The Goblin Page, omitting still Strove now, while blood ran hot and high, By nature fierce, and warm with wine, Whom men called Dickon Draw-the-sword. Hunthill had driven these steeds away. But bit his glove, and shook his head.- Gone was his brand, both sword and sheath; VIII. The dwarf, who fear'd his master's eye 1 See Appendix, Note 4 A. 2 Ibid. Note 4 B. a The person bearing this redoubtable nom de guerre was an Elliot, and resided at Thorleshope, in Liddesdale. He occurs in the list of Border riders, in 1597. 4 See Appendix, Note 4 C. 5 "The appearance and dress of the company assembled in the chapel, and the description of the subsequent feast, in which the hounds and hawks are not the least important personages of the drama, are again happy imitations of those authors from whose rich but unpolished ore Mr. Scott has wrought much of his most exquisite imagery and description. A society, such as that assembled in Branxholm Castle, inflamed with national prejudices, and heated with wine, seems to have contained in itself sufficient seeds of spontaneous dis Since old Buccleuch the name did gain, When in the cleuch the buck was ta'en. IX. The wily page, with vengeful thought, Back to the hall the Urchin ran; Took in a darkling nook his post, And grinn'd, and mutter'd, "Lost! lost! lost! X. By this, the Dame, lest farther fray They sought the beeves that made their broth, In Scotland and in England both. In homely guise, as nature bade, His simple song the Borderer said. XI. ALBERT GRÆME.7 It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,8) order; but the goblin page is well introduced, as applying a torch to this mass of combustibles. Quarrels, highly characteristic of Border manners, both in their cause and the manner in which they are supported, ensue, as well among the lordly guests, as the yoemen assembled in the buttery."Critical Review, 1805. 6 See Appendix, Note 4 D. 7 "It is the author's object, in these songs, to exemplify the different styles of ballad narrative which prevailed in this island at different periods, or in different conditions of society. The first (ALBERT'S) is conducted upon the rude and simple model of the old Border ditties, and produces its effect by the direct and concise narrative of a tragical occurrence.”—JEF FREY. 8 See Appendix, Note 4 E. And she would marry a Scottish knight, For Love will still be lord of all. Blithely they saw the rising sun, When he shone fair on Carlisle wall; But they were sad ere day was done, Though Love was still the lord of all. Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine, Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall; Her brother gave but a flask of wine, For ire that Love was lord of all. For she had lands, both meadow and lea, XII. That wine she had not tasted well, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,) When dead, in her true love's arms, she fell, For Love was still the lord of all! He pierced her brother to the heart, Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall: So perish all would true love part, That Love may still be lord of all! And then he took the cross divine, (Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,) And died for her sake in Palestine, So Love was still the lord of all. Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove, XIII. As ended Albert's simple lay, Arose a bard of loftier port; The gentle Surrey loved his lyre- And his the bard's immortal name, And his was love, exalted high XIV. They sought, together, climes afar, And oft, within some olive grove, See Appendix, Note 4 F. * First Edit." So sweet their harp and voices join.” When even came with twinkling star, And deem'd, that spirits from on high, XV. Fitztraver! O what tongue may say The pangs thy faithful bosom knew, When Surrey, of the deathless lay, Ungrateful Tudor's sentence slew? Regardless of the tyrant's frown, His harp call'd wrath and vengeance down. He left, for Naworth's iron towers, Windsor's green glades, and courtly bowers, And faithful to his patron's name, With Howard still Fitztraver came; Lord William's foremost favourite he, XVI. FITZTRAVER.3 'Twas All-soul's eve, and Surrey's heart beat high; He heard the midnight bell with anxious start, Which told the mystic hour, approaching nigh, When wise Cornelius promised, by his art, To show to him the ladye of his heart, Albeit betwixt them roar'd the ocean grim; Yet so the sage had hight to play his part, That he should see her form in life and limb, And mark, if still she loved, and still she thought of him. XVII. Dark was the vaulted room of gramarye, To which the wizard led the gallant Knight, Save that before a mirror, huge and high, A hallow'd taper shed a glimmering light On mystic implements of magic might; On cross, and character, and talisman, And almagest, and altar, nothing bright: For fitful was the lustre, pale and wan, As watchlight by the bed of some departing man. XVIII. But soon, within that mirror huge and high, complished Surrey, has more of the richness and polish of the Italian poetry, and is very beautifully written in a stanza re "The second song, that of Fitztraver, the bard of the ac-sembling that of Spenser."-JEFFREY |