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To do the maid injurious part,
My shaft shall quiver in his heart!
Beware loose speech, or jesting rough;
Ye all know John de Brent. Enough."


Their Captain came, a gallant young,-
Of Tullibardine's house he sprung,-
Nor wore he yet the spurs of knight;
Gay was his mien, his humor light,
And, though by courtesy controlled,
Forward his speech, his bearing bold.
The high-born maiden ill could brook
The scanning of his curious look

And dauntless eye: - and yet, in sooth,
Young Lewis was a generous youth;
But Ellen's lovely face and mien,
Ill suited to the garb and scene,
Might lightly bear construction strange,
And give loose fancy scope to range.
"Welcome to Stirling towers, fair maid!
Come ye to seek a champion's aid,
On palfrey white, with harper hoar,
Like errant damosel of yore?
Does thy high quest a knight require,
Or may the venture suit a squire ?
Her dark eye flashed; she paused and sighed:

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"O what have I to do with pride!

Through scenes of sorrow, shame, and strife,
A suppliant for a father's life,

I crave an audience of the King.
Behold, to back my suit, a ring,
The royal pledge of grateful claims,
Given by the Monarch to Fitz-James."








The signet ring young Lewis took
With deep respect and altered look,
And said: "This ring our duties own;
And pardon, if to worth unknown,
In semblance mean obscurely veiled,
Lady, in aught my folly failed.

Soon as the day flings wide his gates,
The King shall know what suitor waits.
Please you meanwhile in fitting bower
Repose you till his waking hour;
Female attendance shall obey
Your hest, for service or array.
Permit I marshal you the way."
But, ere she followed, with the grace
And open bounty of her race,
She bade her slender purse be shared
Among the soldiers of the guard.





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The rest with thanks their guerdon took,
But Brent, with shy and awkward look,
On the reluctant maiden's hold
Forced bluntly back the proffered gold:
"Forgive a haughty English heart,
And O, forget its ruder part!
The vacant purse shall be my share,
Which in my barret-cap I'll bear,
Perchance, in jeopardy of war,

Where gayer crests may keep afar."

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With thanks - 'twas all she could — the maid
His rugged courtesy repaid.


When Ellen forth with Lewis went, Allan made suit to John of Brent: "My lady safe, O let your grace

Give me to see my master's face!



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His minstrel I, to share his doom
Bound from the cradle to the tomb.
Tenth in descent, since first my sires
Waked for his noble house their lyres,
Nor one of all the race was known
But prized its weal above their own.
With the Chief's birth begins our care;
Our harp must soothe the infant heir,
Teach the youth tales of fight, and grace
His earliest feat of field or chase;
In peace, in war, our rank we keep,
We cheer his board, we soothe his sleep,
Nor leave him till we pour our verse
A doleful tribute ! — o'er his hearse.
Then let me share his captive lot;
It is my right-deny it not!"
"Little we reck," said John of Brent,
"We Southern men, of long descent;
Nor wot we how a name — a word
Makes clansmen vassals to a lord:
Yet kind my noble landlord's part,
God bless the house of Beaudesert!
And, but I loved to drive the deer
More than to guide the laboring steer,
I had not dwelt an outcast here.
Come, good old Minstrel, follow me;
Thy Lord and Chieftain shalt thou see."


Then, from a rusted iron hook,
A bunch of ponderous keys he took,
Lighted a torch, and Allan led

Through grated arch and passage dread.
Portals they passed, where, deep within,
Spoke prisoner's moan and fetters' din;








Through rugged vaults, where, loosely stored,
Lay wheel, and axe, and headsman's sword,
And many a hideous engine grim,

For wrenching joint and crushing limb,
By artists formed who deemed it shame
And sin to give their work a name.
They halted at a low-browed porch,
And Brent to Allan gave the torch,


While bolt and chain he backward rolled,
And made the bar unhasp its hold.
They entered: - 'twas a prison-room
Of stern security and gloom,
Yet not a dungeon; for the day
Through lofty gratings found its way,
And rude and antique garniture



Decked the sad walls and oaken floor,

Such as the rugged days of old

Deemed fit for captive noble's hold.

"Here," said De Brent, "thou mayst remain Till the Leech visit him again.


Strict is his charge, the warders tell,
To tend the noble prisoner well."
Retiring then the bolt he drew,

And the lock's murmurs growled anew.
Roused at the sound, from lowly bed
A captive feebly raised his head;

The wondering Minstrel looked, and knew—
Not his dear lord, but Roderick Dhu!

For, come from where Clan-Alpine fought,
They', erring, deemed the Chief he sought.


As the tall ship, whose lofty prore
Shall never stem the billows more,
Deserted by her gallant band,
Amid the breakers lies astrand,



So on his couch lay Roderick Dhu!
And oft his fevered limbs he threw
In toss abrupt, as when her sides
Lie rocking in the advancing tides,
That shake her frame with ceaseless beat,
Yet cannot heave her from her seat;
O, how unlike her course at sea!
Or his free step on hill and lea!
Soon as the Minstrel he could scan,
"What of thy lady?—of my clan?
My mother? Douglas ? tell me all!
Have they been ruined in my fall?
Ah, yes! or wherefore art thou here?
Yet speak,
speak boldly, do not fear."-
For Allan, who his mood well knew,
Was choked with grief and terror too.

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"Who fought? — who fled? — Old man, be


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Some might, for they had lost their Chief.
Who basely live-who bravely died?"

"O, calm thee, Chief!" the Minstrel cried,
"Ellen is safe!" "For that thank Heaven!"
"And hopes are for the Douglas given;-

The Lady Margaret, too, is well;

And, for thy clan, on field or fell,

Has never harp of minstrel told
Of combat fought so true and bold.
Thy stately Pine is yet unbent,
Though many a goodly bough is rent."


The Chieftain reared his form on high,
And fever's fire was in his eye;
But ghastly, pale, and livid streaks

Checkered his swarthy brow and cheeks.








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