And wide their loyal portals flung, post off O'er their own gateway struggling hung. Loud cries their blood from Meggat's mead, From Yarrow braes and banks of Tweed, Where the lone streams of Ettrick glide,T And from the silver Teviot's side;
The dales, where martial clans did ride, Are now one sheep-walk, waste and wide. This tyrant of the Scottish throne, So faithless and so ruthless known, Now hither comes; his end the same, The same pretext of sylvan game. What grace for Highland Chiefs, judge ye By fate of Border chivalry.
Yet more; amid Glenfinlas' green, Douglas, thy stately form was seen. This by espial sure I know:
Your counsel in the streight I show."
Ellen and Margaret fearfully
Sought comfort in each other's eye, Then turned their ghastly look, each one, This to her sire, that to her son. The hasty color went and came In the bold cheek of Malcolm Græme, But from his glance it well appeared "Twas but for Ellen that he feared; While, sorrowful, but undismayed," The Douglas thus his counsel said: "Brave Roderick, though the tempest roar, It may but thunder and pass o'er; loa Nor will I here remain an hour,
To draw the lightning on thy bower; For well thou know'st, at this gray The royal bolt were fiercest sped. For thee, who, at thy King's command, Canst aid him with a gallant band, Submission, homage, humbled pride, Shall turn the Monarch's wrath aside. Poor remnants of the "Bleeding Heart, Ellen and I will seek apart The refuge of some forest cell, There, like the hunted quarry, dwell, Till on the mountain and the moor The stern pursuit be passed and o'er."
"No, by mine honor," Roderick said, "So help me Heaven, and my good blade! No, never! Blasted be yon Pine, My father's ancient crest and mine, If from its shade in danger part The lineage of the Bleeding Heart! Hear my blunt speech: grant me this maid To wife, thy counsel to mine aid;
To Douglas, leagued with Roderick Dhu, Will friends and allies flock enow; Like cause of doubt, distrust, and grief, Will bind to us each Western Chief. When the loud pipes my bridal tell, The 'Links of Forth shall hear the knell, The guards shall start in Stirling's porch; And when I light the nuptial torch, A thousand villages in flames) sana Shall scare the slumbers of King James!
Nay, Ellen, blench not thus away, wanb o' And, mother, cease these signs, I pray; 171 I meant not all my heat might say. Small need of inroad or of fight,
When the sage Douglas may unite Each mountain clan in friendly band, To guard the passes of their land,
the King Till the foiled King from pathless glen my they shall him home again." wild goat Try to
"There are who have, at midnight hour, Ellen eaten slumber scaled a dizzy tower, all the And, on the verge that beetled o'er The ocean tide's incessant roar,
Dreamed calmly out their dangerous dream, Till wakened by the morning beam; When, dazzled by the eastern glow, Such startler cast his glance below,
And saw unmeasured depth around, most l And heard unintermitted sound,
And thought the battled fence so frail, It waved like cobweb in the gale; Amid his senses' giddy wheel, Did he not desperate impulse feel, Headlong to plunge himself below, And meet the worst his fears foreshow? Thus Ellen, dizzy and astound, As sudden ruin yawned around, By crossing terrors wildly tossed,
Still for the Douglas fearing most,pada bah Could scarce the desperate thought withstand, To buy his safety with her hand.
Such purpose dread could Malcolm spy In Ellen's quivering lip and eye, And eager rose to speak, but ere His tongue could hurry forth his fear, Had Douglas marked the 'hectic strife, Where death seemed combating with life; For to her cheek, in feverish flood, One instant rushed the throbbing blood, Then ebbing back, with sudden sway, Left its domain as wan as clay. "Roderick, enough! enough!" he cried, "My daughter cannot be thy bride; Not that the blush to wooer dear, Nor paleness that of maiden fear. It may not be, forgive her, Chief, Nor hazard aught for our relief. Against his sovereign, Douglas ne'er Will level a rebellious spear.
"'Twas I that taught his youthful hand To rein a steed and wield a brand;
I see him yet, the princely boy!urreds the Not Ellen more my pride and joy; meded I love him still, despite my wrongs
By hasty wrath and slanderous tongues.
O, seek the grace you well may find, y blamed
Without a cause to mine combined!”
Twice through the hall the Chieftain strode; 740
The waving of his tartans broad,
And darkened brow, where wounded pride
With ire and disappointment vied, Seemed, by the torch's gloomy light, Like the ill Demon of the night, Stooping his pinions' shadowy sway Upon the nighted pilgrim's way:
Love That But, unrequited Love! thy dart boo Plunged deepest its envenomed smart, And Roderick, with thine anguish stung, At length the hand of Douglas wrung, While eyes that mocked at tears before With bitter drops were running o'er. The death-pangs of long-cherished hope Scarce in that ample breast had scope, But, struggling with his spirit proud, Convulsive heaved its checkered shroud, While every sob-so mute were all - Was heard distinctly through the hall. The son's despair, the mother's look, She could Ill might the gentle Ellen brook; not stand She rose, and to her side there came, it. To aid her parting steps, the Græme.
Then Roderick from the Douglas brokea fire was As flashes flame through sable smoke, moulden Kindling its wreaths, long, dark, and low, done then To one broad blaze of ruddy glow, So the deep anguish of despair Burst, in fierce jealousy, to air. With stalwart grasp his hand he laid On Malcolm's breast and belted plaid: "Back, beardless boy!" he sternly said, "Back, minion! holdst thou thus at naught
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