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Sand, and dust, and pebbly stones,
Old Reim-kennar, to thy art
Yet be not wrathful, Chief, nor blight
Girdle of our islands dear,
On the lowly Belgian strand,
From our rock-defended land; Play then gently thou thy part, To assist old Norna's art.
See, I draw my magic knife-
Elements, each other greeting,
Thanks, Ribolt, thanks,- for this the sea
Thou, that over billows dark
She, the dame of doubt and dread,
[AT INTERVIEW WITH MINNA.] Thou, so needful, yet so dread, With cloudy crest, and wing of red; Thou, without whose genial breath The North would sleep the sleep of death, Who deign'st to warm the cottage hearth, Yet hurls proud palaces to earth, Brightest, keenest of the Powers, Which form and rule this world of ours, With my rhyme of Runic, I Thank thee for thy agency.
She who sits by haunted well,
By ring, by spring, by cave, by shore,
Thou art within a demon's hold,
(12.)-MOTTOES. More wise than Heims, more strong than Trolld;
(1.)–CHAP. II. No siren sings so sweet as he,No fay springs lighter on the lea;
'Tis not alone the scene-the man, Anselmo, No elfin power hath half the art
The man finds sympathies in these wild wastes, To soothe, to move, to wring the heart
And roughly tumbling seas, which fairer views Life-blood from the cheek to drain,
And smoother waves deny him.
Ancient Drang Drench the eye, and dry the vein. Maiden, ere we farther go,
(2.)—CHAP. VII. Dost thou note me, ay or no ?
She does no work by halves, yon raving ocean ;
Engulphing those she strangles, her wild womb I mark thee, my mother, both word, look, and
Affords the mariners whom she hath dealt on, sign;
Their death at once, and sepulchre.
Old Play Speak on with thy riddle-to read it be mine.
(3.)-CHAP. IX. NORNA. Mark me! for the word I speak
This is a gentle trader, and a prudentShall bring the color to thy cheek.
He's no Autolycus, to blear your eye, This leaden heart, so light of cost,
With quips of worldly gauds and gamesomeness; The symbol of a treasure lost,
But seasons all his glittering merchandise
With wholesome doctrine suited to the use,
As men sauce goose with sage and rosemary.
Old Play. cease, When crimson foot meets crimson hand
(4)–CHAP. XI. In the Martyr's Aisle, and in Orkney land.
-All your ancient customs, Be patient, be patient; for Patience hath power
And long-descended usages, I'll change.
Ye shall not eat, nor drink, nor speak, nor more, To ward us in danger, like mantle in shower; À fairy gift you best may hold
Think, look, or walk, as ye were wont to do; In a chain of fairy gold
Even your marriage-beds shall know mutation;
The bride shall have the stock, the groom the wall; The chain and the gift are each a true token, That not without warrant old Norna has spoken;
For all old practice will I turn and change, But thy nearest and dearest must never behold And call it reformation—marry, will I !
'Tis Even that we're at Odds. them, Till time shall accomplish the truths I have told them.
But old establish'd custom? What religion
To worship how and where their fathers worshipp'd! (11.)—BRYCE SNAILSFOOT'S ADVERTISE All things resolve in custom--we'll keep ours MENT.
Poor sinners whom the snake deceives,
Duchess of Malfy.
The robber's quarrel by such sounds is shown, And true men have some chance to gain their own.
Captivity, a Poem.
(7.)-CHAP. XXIX See yonder woman, whom our swains revere, And dread in secret, while they take her counsel When sweetheart shall be kind, or when cross
dame shall die; Where lurks the thief who stole the silver tankard, And how the pestilent murrain may be cured ;This sage adviser's mad, stark mad, my friend; Yet, in her madness, hath the art and cunning To wring fools' secrets from their inmost bosoms, And pay inquirers with the coin they gave her.
(12.)CHAP. XXXVII. Over the mountains and under the waves, Over the fountains and under the graves,
Over floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey,
On Ettrick Forest's Mountains Dun."
(8.)—CHAP. xxx. What ho, my jovial mates! come on! we'll frolic it Like fairies frisking in the merry moonshine, Seen by the curtal friar, who, from some chris
tening, Or some blithe bridal, hies belated cell-wardHe starts, and changes his bold bottle swagger To churchman's pace professional,--and, ransacking His treacherous memory for some holy hymn, Finds but the roundel of the midnight catch.
On Ettrick Forest's mountains dun,
(9.)—CHAP. XXXII. I strive like to the vessel in the tide-way, Which, lacking favoring breeze, hath not the power To stem the powerful current.--Even so, Resolving daily to forsake my vices, Habit, strong circumstance, renew'd temptation, Sweep me to sea again.—0 heavenly breath, Fill thou my sails, and aid the feeble vessel, Which ne'er can reach the blessed port without thee!
'Tis Odds when Evens meet.
Along the silver streams of Tweed,
(10.)-CHAP. XXXIII. Parental love, my friend, has power o'er wisdom, And is the charm, which, like the falconer's lure, Can bring from heaven the highest soaring spir
its. So, when famed Prosper doff’d his magic robe, It was Miranda pluck'd it from his shoulders.
'Tis blithe along the midnight tide,
(11.)-CHAP, XXXIV. Hark to the insult loud, the bitter sneer, The fierce threat answering to the brutal jeer; Oaths fly like pistol-shots, and vengeful words Clash with each other like conflicting swords.
'Tis blithe at eve to tell the tale,
1 Written after a week's shooting and fishing, in which the poet had been engaged with some friends. The reader may see these verses set to music in Mr. Thomson's Scottish Melodies for 1822.
? See the famous salmon-spearing scene in Guy Mannering. Waverley Novels, vol. iii. p. 259–63.
3 Alwyn, the seat of the Lord Somerville ; now, alas! untenanted, by the lamented death of that kind and hospitable nobleman, the author's nearest neighbor and intimate friend. Lord S. died in February, 1819.
4 Ashestiel, the poet's residence at that time.
Lord Montaga, uncle and guardian to the young Dake of Buccleuch, placed his Grace's residence of Dalkeith at his Majesty's disposal during his visit to Scotland.
. Charles, the tenth Earl of Haddington, died in 1828.
: The Duke of Hamilton, as Earl of Angus, carried the ancient royal crown of Scotland on horseback in King George's procession, from Holyrood to the Castle.
4 The Castle.
Bring down your Hielandmen in cluds,
With bannet, brogue, and tartan duds." • Sir George Clerk of Pennycuik, Bart. The Baron of Pennycuik is bound by his tenure, whenever the King comes to i
Edinburgh, to receive him at the Harestone (in which the standard of James IV. was erected when his army encamped on the Boroughmuir, before his fatal expedition to England), now built into the park-wall at the end of Tipperlin Lone, near the Boroughmuir-head; and, standing thereon, to give three blasts on a horn. 7 MS." Brave Arthur's Seat's a story higher;
Saint Abbe is shouting to Kintire,
You lion, light up a crest of fire.'” As seen from the west, the ridge of Arthur's Seat bears a marked resemblance to a lion couchant.
& Mr. Oman, landlord of the Waterloo Hotel.