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Undaunted toil'd her hardy crew,

Nor look'd where shelter lay, Nor for Artornish Castle drew.

Nor steer'd for Aros bay.

Look, where beneath the castle grey
His fleet unmoor from Aros bay!
See'st not each galley's topmast bend,
As on the yards the sails ascend?
Hiding the dark-blue land, they rise
Like the white clouds on April skies;
The shouting vassals man the oars,
Behind them sink Mull's mountain shores,
Onward their merry course they keep,
Through whistling breeze and foaming deep.
And mark the headmost, seaward cast,
Stoop to the freshening gale her mast,
As if she veil'd its banner'd pride,
To greet afar her prince's bride!
Thy Ronald comes, and while in speed
His galley mates the flying steed,
He chides her sloth!”–Fair Edith sigh’d,
Blush'd, sadly smiled, and thus replied:-

XV. Thus while they strove with wind and seas, Borne onward by the willing breeze,

Lord Ronald's fleet swept by, Streamer'd with silk, and trick'd with gold, Mann'd with the noble and the bold

Of Island chivalry.
Around their prows the ocean roars,
And chafes beneath their thousand oars,

Yet bears them on their way:
So chafes 3 the war-horse in his might,
That fieldward bears some valiant knight,
Champs, till both bit and boss are white,

But, foaming, must obey.
On each gay deck they might behold
Lances of steel and crests of gold,
And hauberks with their burnish'd fold,

That shimmer'd fair and free;
And each proud galley, as she pass'd,
To the wild cadence of the blast

Gave wilder minstrelsy.
Full many a shrill triumphant note
Saline and Scallastle bade float

Their misty shores around;
And Morven's echoes answer'd well,
And Duart heard the distant swelı

Come down the darksome Sound.

XIII. “ Sweet thought, but vain !-No, Morag! mark, Type of his course, yon lonely bark, That oft hath shifted helm and sail, To win its way against the gale. Since peep of morn, my vacant eyes Have view'd by fits the course she tries;? Now, though the darkening scud comes on, And dawn's fair prornises be gone, And though the weary crew may see Our sheltering haven on their lee, Still closer to the rising wind They strive her shivering sail to bind, Still nearer to the shelves' dread verge 2 At every tack her course they urge, As if they fear'd Artornish more Than adverse winds and breakers' roar."

XIV.
Sooth spoke the maid.--Amid the tide

The skiff she mark'd lay tossing sore,
And shifted oft her stooping side,

In weary tack from shore to shore.
Yet on her destined course no more

She gain'd, of forward way,
Than what a minstrel may compare
To the poor meed which peasants share,

Who toil the livelong day;
And such the risk her pilot braves,

That oft, before she wore,
Her boltsprit kiss'd the broken waves,
Where in white foam the ocean raves

Upon the shelving shore.
Yet, to their destined purpose true,

XVI.
So bore they on with mirth and pride,
And if that labouring bark they spied,

'Twas with such idle eye
As nobles cast on lowly boor,
When, toiling in his task obscure,

They pass him careless by.5
Let them sweep on with heedless eyes !
But, had they known what mighty prize

In that frail vessel lay,
The famish'd wolf, that prowls the wold,
Had scatheless pass'd the unguarded fold,
Ere, drifting by these galleys bold,

Unchallenged were her way! And thou, Lord Ronald, sweep thou on, With mirth, and pride, and minstrel tone! But had 'st thou known who sail'd so nigh, Far other glance were in thine eye! Far other flush were on thy brow, That, shaded by the bonnet, now

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Assumes but ill the blithesome cheer Of bridegroom when the bride is near!

For her alone I grieve,-on me
Danger sits light, by land and sea,

I follow where thou wilt;
Either to bide the tempest's lour,
Or wend to yon unfriendly tower,
Or rush amid their naval power,
With war-cry wake their wassail-hour,

And die with hand on hilt.”

XVII. Yes, sweep they on !-We will not leave, for them that triumph, those who grieve.

With that armada gay
Be laughter loud and jocund shout,
And bards to cheer the wassail route,

With tale, romance, and lay;'
And of wild mirth each clamorous art,
Which, if it cannot cheer the heart,
May stupify and stun its smart,

For one loud busy day. Yes, sweep they on!—But with that skiff

Abides the minstrel tale, Where there was dread of surge and

cliff, Labour that strain'd each sinew stiff,

And one sad Maiden's wail.

XX. That elder Leader's calm reply

In steady voice was given, “ In man's most dark extremity

Oft succour dawns from Heaven. Edward, trim thou the shatter'd sail, The helm be inine, and down the gale

Let our free course be driven; So shall we ’scape the western bay, The hostile fleet, the unequal fray, So safely hold our vessel's way

Beneath the Castle wall;
For if a hope of safety rest,
"Tis on the sacred name of guest,
Who seeks for shelter, storm-distress d,

Within a chieftain's ball.
If not-it best beseems our worth,
Our name, our right, our lofty birth.

By noble hands to fall."

XVIII. All day with fruitless strife they toild, With eve the ebbing currents boild

More fierce from strait and lake; And midway through the channel met Conflicting tides that foam and fret, And high their mingled billows jet, As spears, that, in the battle set,

Spring upward as they break. Then, too, the lights of eve were past, And louder sung the western blast

On rocks of Inninmore; Rent was the sail, and strain’d the mast, And many a leak was gaping fast, And the pale steersman stood aghast,

And gave the conflict o'er.

XIX.
'Twas then that One, whose lofty look
Nor labour dull'd nor terror shook,

Thus to the Leader spoke :
“ Brother, how hopest thou to abide
The fury of this wilder'd tide,
Or how avoid the rock’s rude side,

Until the day has broke?
Didst thou not mark the vessel reel,
With quivering planks, and groaning keel,

At the last billow's shock?
Yet how of better counsel tell,
Though here thou see'st poor Isabel

Half dead with want and fear;
For look on sea, or look on land,
Or yon dark sky-on every hand

Despair and death are near.

XXI.
The helm, to his strong arm consign'd,
Gave the reef'd sail to meet the wind,

And on her alter'd way,
Fierce bounding, forward sprung the ship,
Like greyhound starting from the slip

To seize his flying prey. Awaked before the rushing prow, The mimic fires of ocean glow,

Those lightnings of the wave ;*
Wild sparkles crest the broken tides,
And, flashing round, the vessel's sidre

With elvish lustre lave,
While, far behind, their livid light
To the dark billows of the night

A gloomy splendour gave.
It seems as if old Ocean shakes
From his dark brow the lucide nakes

In envious pageantry,
To match the meteor-light that streaks

Grim Hecla's midnight sky.

XXII. Nor lack'd they steadier light to keep Their course upon the darken'd deep ;Artornish, on her frowning steep

I MS.—“ With mirth, song, tale, and lay."

3 MS.-" Then, too, the clouds were sinking fast."

MS - “the hostile power."

4 See Appendix, Note I. 5 MS.-" And, bursting round the vessel's sides,

A livid lustre gave." 6 MS.--" Lirid."

'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 steer'd,

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,
Feard lest, amidst these wildering seas,
The darksome night and freshening breeze

Had driven thy bark astray.”—

XXIII.
Thus guided, on their course they bore,
Until they near'd 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 deepend 3 shadow made,
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.

XXV.
“ Warder," the younger stranger 6 said,
“ Thine erring guess some mirth had 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 ?"

XXIV.
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,

XXVI.
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!”

I“ 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 ruu to the shelter of Arwilder 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 Reviel.

6 MS.-" That younger leader.”

XXVII.

But every jealous post of ward “ Bold stranger, no—'gainst claim like thine, Was now defenceless and unbarr'd, No bolt revolves by hand of mine,

And all the passage free Though urged in tone that more express'd

To one low-brow'd and vaulted room, A monarch than a suppliant guest.

Where squire and yeoman, page and Be what ye will, Artornish Hall

groom, On this glad eve is free to all.

Plied their loud revelry. Though ye had drawn a hostile sword 'Gainst our ally, great England's Lord,

XXX. Or mail upon your shoulders borne,

And “ Rest ye here,” the Warder bade, To battle with the Lord of Lorn,

“ Till to our Lord your suit is said.-Or, outlaw'd, dweit by greenwood tree

And, comrades, gaze not on the maid, With the fierce Knight of Ellerslie,

And on these men who ask our aid, Or aided even the murderous strife,

As if ye ne'er had seen When Comyn fell beneath the knife

A damsel tired of midnight bark, Of that fell homicide The Bruce,3

Or wanderers of a moulding stark, This night had been a term of truce.

And bearing martial micn.” Ho, vassals! give these guests your care,

But not for Eachin's reproof And show the narrow postern stair."

Would page or vassal stand aloof,

But crowded on to stare,
XXVIII.

As men of courtesy untaught,
To land these two bold brethren leapt,

Till fiery Edward roughly caught, (The weary crew their vessel kept,)

From one the foremost there, And, lighted by the torches' fare,

His chequer'd plaid, and in its shroud, That seaward flung their smoky glare,

To hide her from the vulgar crowd, The younger knight that maiden bare

Involved his sister fair. Half lifeless up the rock;

His brother, as the clansman bent On his strong shoulder lean’d her head,

His sullen brow in discontent, And down her long dark tresses shed,

Made brief and stern excuse;As the wild vine in tendrils spread,

“ Vassal, were thine the cloak of pall Droops from the mountain oak.

That decks thy Lord in bridal hall, Him follow close that elder Lord,

"Twere honour'd by her use." And in his hand a sheathed sword, Such as few arms could wield;

XXXI. But when he boun'd him to such task,

Proud was his tone, but calm; his eye Well could it cleave the strongest casque,

Had that compelling dignity, And rend the surest shield.

His mien that bearing haught and high,

Which common spirits fear! 8
XXIX.

Needed nor word nor signal more,
The raised portcullis’arch they pass,

Nod, wink, and laughter, all were o'er; The wicket with its bars of brass,

Upon each other back they bore, The entrance long and low,5

And gazed like startled deer. Flank'd at each turn by loop-holes strait,

But now appear'd the Seneschal, Where bowmen might in ambush wait,

Commission'd by his lord to call (If force or fraud should burst the gate,)

The strangers to the Baron's hall, To gall an entering foe.

Where feasted fair and free

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8 “Still sways their souls with that commanding art

That dazzles, leads, 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 moulds 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.

6 MS.-" The entrance vaulted low."
6 MS.--" Or warlike men of moulding stark.”
7 AIS. —" Till that hot Edward fiercely caught

From one, 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 ear,
They gave to thoughts of raptures near,
And his fierce starts of sudden glee
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.

CANTO SECOND.

Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair!
Through the loud hall in joyous concert pour’d,
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 mighty 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!”

II.
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
Now 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.s

V.
“Let it pass round!” quoth He of Lorn,
“ And in good time-that winded horn

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, his blither cheer

Returns like sun of May,
When through a thunder-cloud it beams!--
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;

1 MS.—“ Of mountain chivalry."

2 " 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 feet, 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 R:view.

3" Eren in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth is hcaviness."- 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 proud.“ 7 MS.-“ And since the keen De Argentine." 8 See Appendix, Note L. 9 See Appendix, Note M

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