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Yet witness every quaking limb,
VII. “ Thanks, Brian, for thy zeal and care ! Good is thine
· [MS.-" Which foremost spills a foeman's life."]
2 Though this be in the text described as a response of the Taghairm, or Oracle of the Hide, it was of itself an augury frequently attended to. The fate of the battle was often anticipated in the imagination of the combatants, by observing which party first shed blood. It is said that the Highlanders under Montrose were so deeply imbued with this notion, that on the morning of the battle of Tippermoor, they murdered a defenceless herdsman, whom they found in the fields, merely to secure an advantage of so much consequence to their party.
Clan-Alpine ne'er in battle stood,
who comes his news to show ! Malise! what tidings of the foe?"-
VIII. “At Doune, o'er many a spear and glaive Two Barons proud their banners wave. I saw the Moray's silver star, And mark'd the sable pale of Mar.""By Alpine's soul, high tidings those ! I love to hear of worthy foes. When move they on?”—“To-morrow's noon:
1[MS.-" The clansman vainly deem'd his guide."] 2 [MS.-" He light on those shall stab him down."]
This sun 3 [MS.-" When move they on?"
• 'Tis said will see them march from Doune.'
makes "To-mcrrow then
Will see them here for battle boune."-
of doubt or fear ?
1 For battle boune-ready for battle.
IX. Where is the Douglas ?-he is gone; And Ellen sits on the grey stone Fast by the cave, and makes her moan; While vainly Allan's words of cheer Are pour'd on her unheeding ear.“ He will return-Dear lady, trust With joy return;-he will, he must. Well was it time to seek, afar, Some refuge from impending war, When e'en Clan-Alpine's rugged swarm Are cow'd by the approaching storm. I saw their boats with many a light, Floating the live-long yesternight, Shifting like flashes darted forth By the red streamers of the north ; I mark'd at morn how close they ride, Thick moor'd by the lone islet's side, Like wild-ducks couching in the fen, When stoops the hawk upon the glen.
i [MS." Thick as the flashes darted forth
By morrice-dancers of the north;
little fleet, Close moor'd by the lone islot's side. Since this rude race dare not abide Upon their native mountain side, Tis fit that Douglas should provide For his dear child some safe abode, And soon be comes to point the road.")
Since this rude race dare not abide
“No, Allan, no! Pretext so kind
[MS.-"No, Allan, no! His words so kind
Were but pretexts my fears to blind,
Douglas a parting blessing gave."] * [MS.-" Itself disturb'd by slightest sbock,
Reflects the adamantine rock."]