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An early image fills his mind:
The cottage, once his sire's, he sees,
Embower'd upon the banks of Tees;
He views sweet Winston's woodland scene,
And shares the dance on Gainford-green.
A tear is springing—but the zest
Of some wild tale, or brutal jest,
Hath to loud laughter stirr'd the rest.
On him they call, the aptest mate
For jovial song and merry feat:
Fast flies his dream-with dauntless air,
As one victorious o'er Despair,
He bids the ruddy cup go round,
Till sense and sorrow both are drown'd;
And soon, in merry wassail, he,'
The life of all their revelry,
Peals his loud song !—The muse has found
Her blossoms on the wildest ground,
'Mid noxious weeds at random strew'd,
Themselves all profitless and rude.-
With desperate merriment he sung,
The cavern to the chorus rung:
Yet mingled with his reckless glee
Remorse's bitter agony.

And if thou canst that riddle read,

As read full well you may,
Then to the greenwood shalt thou

speed,
As blithe as Queen of May.”—

CHORUS.
Yet sung she, “ Brignall banks are fair,

And Greta woods are green;
I'd rather rove with Edmund there,
Than reign our English queen.

XVII.
“I read you, by your bugle-horn, .

And by your palfrey good,
I read you for a ranger sworn,

To keep the king's greenwood.”—
" A Ranger, lady, winds his horn,

And 'tis at peep of light;
His blast is heard at merry morn,
And mine at dead of night.”—

CHORUS.
Yet sung she, “Brignall banks are fair,

And Greta woods are gay;
I would I were with Edmund there,

To reign his Queen of May!

XVI.

Song."
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,

And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there,

Would grace a summer queen.
And as I rode by Dalton-hall,

Beneath the turrets high, A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing merrily,

CHORUS.
“O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,

And Greta woods are green;
I'd rather rove with Edmund there,

Than reign our English queen.” —

“ With burnish'd brand and musketoon,

So gallantly you come,
I read you for a bold Dragoon,

That lists the tuck of drum.”—
“I list no more the tuck of drum,

No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum,
My comrades take the spear.

CHORUS.
“ And, O! though Brignall banks be fair,

And Greta woods be gay,
Yet mickle must the maiden dare,

Would reign my Queen of May!

* If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me,

To leave both tower and town,
Thou first must guess what life lead we,

That dwell by dale and down?

XVIII.
“Maiden! a nameless life I lead,

A nameless death I'll die;
The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead,

Were better mate than I!

1 MS.- And soon the loudest wassailer he,

round and on the side of a bold crag near his intended cave of And life of all their revelry."

Guy Denzil; and could not help saying, that as he was not to * Scott revisited Rokeby in 1812, for the purpose of refresh- be upon oath in his work, daisies, violets, and primroses would ing his memory; and Mr. Morritt says, “I had, of course, be as poetical as any of the humble plants be was examining. had many previous opportunities of testing the almost con I laughed, in short, at his scrupulousness; but I understood scientious fidelity of his local descriptions; but I could not him when he replied, that in nature herself no two scenes help being singularly struck with the lights which this visit were exactly alike, and that whoever copied truly what was threw on that characteristic of his compositions The morn- | before his eyes, would possess the same variety in his descriping after he arrived he said, "You have often given me mate tions, and exhibit apparently an imagination as boundless as rials for romance-now I want a good robber's cave and an old the range of nature in the scenes he recorded ; whereas-whochurch of the right sort.' We rode out, and he found what he ever trusted to imagination, would soon find his own mind wanted in the ancient slate quarries of Brignall and the ruined circumscribed, and contracted to a few favorite images."Abbey of Egliston. I observed him noting down even the Life of Scott, vol. iv. p. 19. peculiar little wild-flowers and lierbs that accidentally grew SMS.--"The goblin-light on fen or mead."

And when I'm with my comrades met,'

Beneath the greenwood bough, What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now.

CHORUS. “Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,

And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there

Would grace a summer queen."

When Edmund ceased his simple song,
Was silence on the sullen throng,
Till waked some ruder mate their glee
With note of coarser minstrelsy.
But, far apart, in dark divan,
Denzil and Bertram many a plan,
Of import foul and fierce, design'd,
While still on Bertram's grasping mind
The wealth of murder'd Mortham hung;
Though half he fear'd his daring tongue,
When it should give his wishes birth,”
Might raise a spectre from the earth!

He blush'd to think, that he should seem
Assertor of an airy dream,
And gave his wrath another theme.
“ Denzil,” he says, “ though lowly laid,
Wrong not the memory of the dead;
For, while he lived, at Mortham's look
Thy very soul, Guy Denzil, shook!
And when he tax'd thy breach of word
To yon fair Rose of Allenford,
I saw thee crouch like chasten'd hound,
Whose back the huntsman's lash hath

found.
Nor dare to call his foreign wealth
The spoil of piracy or stealth;
He won it bravely with his brand,
When Spain waged warfare with our land.
Mark, too—I brook no idle jeer,
Nor couple Bertram's name with fear;
Mine is but half the demon's lot,
For I believe, but tremble not-
Enough of this.—Say, why this hoard
Thou deem'st at Rokeby castle stored;
Or, think'st that Mortham would bestow
His treasure with his faction's foe ?”

XIX. At length his wondrous tale he told: When, scornful, smiled his comrade bold; For, train'd in license of a court, Religion's self was Denzil's sport; Then judge in what contempt he held The visionary tales of eld! His awe for Bertram scarce repress'd The unbeliever's sneering jest. “ 'Twere hard,” he said, “ for sage or seer, To spell the subject of your fear; Nor do I boast the art renown'd, Vision and omen to expound. Yet, faith if I must needs afford To spectre watching treasured hoard, As bandog keeps his master's roof, Bidding the plunderer stand aloof, This doubt remains—thy goblin gaunt Hath chosen ill his ghostly haunt; For why his guard on Mortham hold, When Rokeby castle hath the gold Thy patron won on Indian soil, By stealth, by piracy, and spoil ?”

XXI. Soon quench'd was Denzil's ill-timed mirth;" Rather he would have seen the earth Give to ten thousand spectres birth, Than venture to awake to flame The deadly wrath of Risingham. Submiss he answer'd," Mortham's mind, Thou know'st, to joy was ill inclined. In youth, 'tis said, a gallant free, A lusty reveller was he; But since return'd from over sea, A sullen and a silent mood Hath numb'd the current of his blood. Hence he refused each kindly call To Rokeby's hospitable hall, And our stout knight, at dawn of morn Who loved to hear the bugle-horn, Nor less, when eve his oaks embrown'd, To see the ruddy cup go round, Took umbrage that a friend so near Refused to share his chase and cheer ; Thus did the kindred barons jar, Ere they divided in the war. Yet, trust me, friend, Matilda fair Of Mortham's wealth is destined heir." —

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And give me, if thou darest, the lie !"
He paused—then, calm and passion-freed,
Bade Denzil with his tale proceed.

XXII. * Destined to her! to yon slight maid ! The prize my life had wellnigh paid, When 'gainst Laroche, by Cayo's wave, I fought my patron's wealth to save 12 Denzil, I knew him long, yet ne'er Knew him that joyous cavalier, Whom youthful friends and early fame Callid soul of gallantry and game. A moody man, he sought our crew, Desperate and dark, whom no one knew; And rose, as men with us must rise, By scorning life and all its ties. On each adventure rash he roved, As danger for itself he loved; On his sad brow nor mirth nor wine Could e'er one wrinkled knot untwine; Il was the omen if he smiled, For 'twas in peril stern and wild; But when he laugh’d, each luckless mate Might hold our fortune desperate.? Foremost he fought in every broil, Then scornful turn'd him from the spoil; Nay, often strove to bar the way Between his comrades and their prey; Preaching, even then, to such as we, Hot with our dear-bought victory, Of mercy and humanity.

XXIV. “ Bertram, to thee I need not tell, What thou hast cause to wot so well, How Superstition's nets were twined Around the Lord of Mortham's mind ! But since he drove thee from his tower, A maid he found in Greta's bower, Whose speech, like David's harp, had sway, To charm his evil fiend away. I know not if her features moved Remembrance of the wife he loved; But he would gaze upon her eye, Till his mood soften'd to a sigh. He, whom no living mortal sought To question of his secret thought, Now every thought and care confess'd To his fair niece's faithful breast; Nor was there aught of rich and rare, In earth, in ocean, or in air, But it must deck Matilda's hair. Her love still bound him unto life;? But then awoke the civil strife, And menials bore, by his commands, Three coffers, with their iron bands, From Mortham's vault, at midnight deep, To her lone bower in Rokeby-Keep, Ponderous with gold and plate of pride, His gift, if he in battle died."

XXIII. “I loved him well: his fearless part, His gallant leading, won my heart. And after each victorious fight, 'Twas I that wrangled for his right, Redeem'd his portion of the prey That greedier mates had torn away: In field and storm thrice saved his life, And once amid our comrades' strife.Yes, I have loved thee! Well hath proved My toil, my danger, how I loved! Yet will I mourn no more thy fate, Ingrate in life, in death ingrate. Rise if thou canst !" he look'd around, And sternly stamp'd upon the ground "Rise, with thy bearing proud and high, Even as this morn it met mine eye,

XXV. “Then Denzil, as I guess, lays train, These iron-banded chests to gain; Else, wherefore should he hover here, Where many a peril waits him near, For all his feats of war and peace, For plunder'd boors, and harts of greese ! 10 Since through the hamlets as he fared, What hearth has Guy's marauding spared, Or where the chase that hath not rung! With Denzil's bow, at midnight strung ?"“I hold my wont-my rangers go, Even now, to track a milk-white doe.12

1 The MS. has not this couplet.
1 “ There was a laughing devil in his sneer,

That raised emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled--and Mercy sigh'd farewell."

Byron's Works, vol. ix. p. 272. • MS.--"* And when the bloody fight was done

I wrangled for the share be won.” + See Appendix, Note 2 G. 4 MS.-" To thee, my friend, I need not tell,

What thou hast cause to know so well." 6 MS.—" Around thy captain's moody mind."

7 MS." But it must be Matilda's share.

This, too, still bound him unto life." 8 MS." From a strong vault in Mortham tower,

In secret to Matilda's bower,

Ponderous with ore and gems of pride." . MS." Then may I guess thou hast some train,

These iron-banded chests to gain ;

Else, why should Denzil hover here." 10 Deer in season. 11 MS.

_" that doth not know The midnight clang of Denzil's bow

-I hold my sport,” &c. 12 See Appendix, Note 2 H.

By Rokeby-hall she takes her lair,
In Greta wood she harbors fair,
And when my huntsman marks her way,
What think’st thou, Bertram, of the prey ?
Were Rokeby's daughter in our power,
We rate her ransom at her dower.”—

That issues at a secret spot,'
By most neglected or forgot.
Now, could a spial of our train
On fair pretext admittance gain,
That sally-port might be unbarr'd :
Then, vain were battlement and ward !"-

XXVIII.
“Now speak'st thou well to me the same,
If force or art shall urge the game;
Indifferent, if like fox I wind,"
Or spring like tiger on the hind.
But, hark ! our merry-men so gay
Troll forth another roundelay.""

XXVI.
« 'Tis well!—there's vengeance in the thought:
Matilda is by Wilfrid sought;
And hot-brain'd Redmond, too, 'tis said,
Pays lover's homage to the maid.
Bertram she scorn'd-If met by chance,
She turn'd from me her shuddering glance,
Like a nice dame, that will not brook
On what she hates and loathes to look ;
She told to Mortham she could ne'er
Behold me without secret fear,
Foreboding evil:- She may rue
To find her prophecy fall true !-
The war has weeded Rokeby's train,
Few followers in his halls remain;
If thy scheme miss, then, brief and bold,
We are enow to storm the hold,
Bear off the plunder, and the dame,
And leave the castle all in flame.”-

Song.
"A weary lot is thine, fair maid,

A weary lot is thine !
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,

And press the rue for wine!
A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,

A feather of the blue,
A doublet of the Lincoln-green-
No more of me you knew,

My love!
No more of me you knew.

“ This morn is merry June, I trow,

The rose is budding fain ;'
But she shall bloom in winter snow,

Ere we two meet again."
He turn'd his charger as he spake,

Upon the river shore,
He gave his bridle-reins a shake,
Said, “ Adieu for evermore,

My love!
And adieu for evermore."-"

XXVII.
« Still art thou Valor's venturous son!
Yet ponder first the risk to run:
The menials of the castle, true,
And stubborn to their charge, though few;'
The wall to scale--the moat to cross-
The wicket-grate—the inner fosse”–
_"Fool! if we blench for toys like these,
On what fair guerdon can we seize 12
Our hardiest venture, to explore
Some wretched peasant's fenceless door,
And the best prize we bear away,
The earnings of his sordid day.” —
“ A while thy hasty taunt forbear:
In sight of road more sure and fair,
Thou wouldst not choose, in blindfold wrath,
Or wantonness, a desperate path?
List, then ;-for vantage or assault,
From gilded vane to dungeon-vault,
Each pass of Rokeby-house I know:
There is one postern, dark and low,

XXIX.
" What youth is this, your band among,
The best for minstrelsy and song!
In his wild notes seem aptly met
A strain of pleasure and regret.”—
“Edmond of Winston is his name:
The hamlet sounded with the fame
Of early hopes his childhood gave,
Now center'd all in Brignall cave!
I watch him well-his wayward course

MS.--" The menials of the castle few,

ate as a sudden interruption to Bertram's conversation, how. But stubborn to their charge, and true."

ever naturally it might be introduced among the feasters, who 2 MS.--"What prize of vantage shall we seize?"'

were at some distance. 3 MS.--"That issues level with the moat."

" Fain, in old English and Scotch, expresses, I think, a pro4 MS.-"I care not if a fox I wind."

pensity to give and receive pleasurable emotions, a sort of foud

ness which may, without harshness, I think, be applied to a 6 MS.-"our merry-men again

rose in the act of blooming. You remember Jockey fow and Are frolicking in blithesome strain."

Jenny fain.'--W. S." OMS.--"A laughing eye, a dauntless mien."

• MS.--"Upon the Greta 7 MS." To the Printer: The abruptness as to the song is

shore."

ob

Seottish unavoidable. The music of the drinking party could only oper- ! See Appendix, Note 21.

And she fled to the forest to hear a love-tale,
And the youth it was told by vas Allen-a-Dale !

Shows oft a tincture of remorse.
Some early love-shaft grazed his heart,"
And oft the scar will ache and smart.
Yet is he useful ;-of the rest,
By fits, the darling and the jest,
His harp, his story, and his lay,
Oft aid the idle hours away ::
When unemploy'd, each fiery mate
Is ripe for mutinous debate.
He tuned his strings e'en now—again
He wakes them, with a blither strain."

XXX.

Song.

ALLEN-A-DALE.
Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning,
Allen-a-Dale has no furrow for turning,
Allen-a-Dale has no fleece for the spinning,
Yet Allen-a-Dale has red gold for the winning.
Come, read me my riddle! come, hearken my tale !
And tell me the craft of bold Allen-a-Dale.

• XXXI.
“Thou see'st that, whether sad or gay,
Love mingles ever in his lay.
But when his boyish wayward fit
Is o'er, he hath address and wit ;
O! 'tis a brain of fire, can ape
Each dialect, each various shape."-
“Nay, then, to aid thy project, Guy-
Soft! who comes here ?"--"My trusty spy.
Speak, Hamlin! hast thou lodged our deer ?”_
"I have—but two fair stags are near.
I watch'd her, as she slowly stray'd
From Egliston up Thorsgill glade;
But Wilfrid Wycliffe sought her side,
And then young Redmond, in his pride,
Shot down to meet them on their way:
Much, as it seem’d, was theirs to say:
There's time to pitch both toil and net,
Before their path be homeward set."
A hurried and a whisperd speech
Did Bertram's will to Denzil teach ;
Who, turning to the robber band,
Bade four, the bravest, take the brand.

The Baron of Ravensworth' prances in pride,
And he views his domains upon Arkindale side.
The mere for his net, and the land for his game,
The chase for the wild, and the park for the tame;
Yet the fish of the lake, and the deer of the vale,
Are less free to Lord Dacre than Allen-a-dale !

Rokeby.

Allen-a-Dale was ne'er belted a knight, [bright;
Though his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as
Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord,
Yet twenty tall yeomen' will draw at his word;
And the best of our nobles his bonnet will vail,
Who at Rere-crosss on Stanmore meets Allen-a-

Dale.

CANTO FOURTH.

Allen-a-Dale to his wooing is come;
The mother, she ask'd of his household and home :
“Though the castle of Richmond stand fair on the

hill,
My hall," quoth bold Allen, “shows gallanter still;
'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so
pale,

[Dale. And with all its bright spangles !” said Allen-a

WHEN Denmark's raven soard on high,
Triumphant through Northumbrian sky,
Till, hovering near, her fatal croak
Bade Reged's Britons dread the yoke,
And the broad shadow of her wing
Blacken'd each cataract and spring,
Where Tees in tumult leaves his source,
Thundering o'er Caldron and High-Force ;
Beneath the shade the Northmen came,
Fix'd on each vale a Runic name,
Rear'd high their altar's rugged stone,
And gave their Gods the land they won.
Then, Balder, one bleak garth was thine,
And one sweet brooklet's silver line,

The father was steel, and the mother was stone;
They lifted the latch, and they bade him be gone;
But loud, on the morrow, their wail and their cry :
He had laugh'd on the lass with his bonny black eye,

1 MS.
"Scathed ) his heart."

4 MS.-“But a score of good fellows," &c.
Seared

6 See Appendix, Note 2 K. Ibid. Note 2 L. 2 MS.--** Oft help the weary night away."

7 See Appendix, Note 2 M. 3 The ruins of Ravensworth Castle stand in the North Ri 8 The Tees rises about the skirts of Crossfell, and falls over ding of Yorkshire, about three miles from the town of Rich the cataracts named in the text before it leaves the mountains mond, and adjoining to the waste called the Forest of Arkin- which divide the North Riding from Cumberland. High-Force garth. It belonged originally to the powerful family of Fitz is seventy-five feet in height. Hagh, from whom it passed to the Lords Dacre of the South. | See Appendix, Note 2 M.

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