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"THE rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from


The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears,
I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,

Emblem of hope and love through future years!"

Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave, What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad



Such fond conceit, half said, half sung, Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue. All while he stripp'd the wild-rose spray, His axe and bow beside him lay;

For on a pass 'twixt lake and wood,
A wakeful sentinel he stood.

Hark! -on the rock a footstep rung,
And instant to his arms he sprung.

"Stand, or thou diest!-What, Malise?-soon
Art thou return'd from Braes of Doune.
By thy keen step and glance I know,
Thou bring'st us tidings of the foe."
(For while the Fiery Cross hied on,
On distant scout had Malise gone.)

"Where sleeps the Chief?" the henchman said. "Apart, in yonder misty glade;

To his lone couch I'll be your guide."

Then call'd a slumberer by his side,

And stirr'd him with his slacken'd bow,-
"Up, up, Glentarkin! rouse thee, ho!

We seek the Chieftain; on the track
Keep eagle watch till I come back.”


Together up the pass they sped:
"What of the foeman?" Norman said. -


Varying reports from near and far;

This certain, that a band of war

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Has for two days been ready boune,

At prompt command to march from Doune;
King James the while, with princely powers,
Holds revelry in Stirling towers.

Soon will this dark and gathering cloud
Speak on our glens in thunder loud.
Inured to bide such bitter bout,
The warrior's plaid may bear it out;
But, Norman, how wilt thou provide
A shelter for thy bonny bride?".
"What! know ye not that Roderick's care
To the lone isle hath caused repair
Each maid and matron of the clan,
And every child and aged man
Unfit for arms? and given his charge,
Nor skiff nor shallop, boat nor barge,
Upon these lakes shall float at large,
But all beside the islet moor,

That such dear pledge may rest secure?”


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"'T is well advised, the Chieftain's plan Bespeaks the father of his clan.

But wherefore sleeps Sir Roderick Dhu
Apart from all his followers true?".
"It is because last evening-tide

Brian an augury hath tried,

Of that dread kind which must not be
Unless in dread extremity,

The Taghairm call'd; by which, afar,
Our sires foresaw the events of war.

Duncraggan's milk-white bull they slew. ".


"Ah! well the gallant brute I knew!
The choicest of the prey we had
When swept our merrymen Gallangad.
His hide was snow, his horns were dark,
His red eye glow'd like fiery spark;
So fierce, so tameless, and so fleet,
Sore did he cumber our retreat,
And kept our stoutest kernes in awe,
Even at the pass of Beal 'maha.
But steep and flinty was the road,
And sharp the hurrying pikeman's goad,
And when we came to Dennan's Row
A child might scatheless stroke his brow."-



"That bull was slain; his reeking hide
They stretch'd the cataract beside,
Whose waters their wild tumult toss
Adown the black and craggy boss
Of that huge cliff whose ample verge
Tradition calls the Hero's Targe.
Couch'd on a shelve beneath its brink,

Close where the thundering torrents sink,

Rocking beneath their headlong sway,
And drizzled by the ceaseless spray,
'Midst groan of rock and roar of stream,
The wizard waits prophetic dream.
Nor distant rests the Chief; - but hush!
See, gliding slow through mist and bush,
The Hermit gains yon rock, and stands
To gaze upon our slumbering bands.
Seems he not, Malise, like a ghost,
That hovers o'er a slaughter'd host?
Or raven on the blasted oak,
That, watching while the deer is broke,
His morsel claims with sullen croak?"


"Peace! peace! to other than to me
Thy words were evil augury;

But still I hold Sir Roderick's blade
Clan-Alpine's omen and her aid,

Not aught that, glean'd from heaven or hell,
Yon fiend-begotten Monk can tell.

The Chieftain joins him, see—and now
Together they descend the brow."

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And, as they came, with Alpine's Lord
The Hermit Monk held solemn word:

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