IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) / O f / Mi M-> ^ ///// 1.0 IrM IIM I.I I4S ■^ IF ■u .3. ^ 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 ., 6" ► ^% t^ w^ //,. >^M. VI J Op: Phoiographic Sciences Corporation \ ,t » . Canada P™us,„no CoMr/lZT "'' '""'"'■ '=' '^ SCOTT AND HIS PERIOD A THOROUGH knowledge of a poet involves, to some exf^nt a knowledge of his contemporary poets, for in literature, as in other matters, certain characteristics are found to be popular in each age, and thus by their prevalence to become the leading feature of the period. These peculiarities are generally the result of known causes.-the influence of a foreign literature, the stimulating effect of some great domestic event, even the no.';r''M.''"'u ^'"^' "''"' ^"^' ^"^"y- '^' very nature of poetry and thought. A glance at English literature will show us that It naturally resolves itself into several great periods or clusters of poets having well-marked peculiarities and following each other in natural sequence. Practically beginning with the birth of the English nation proper, and modelled after the early French and Italian literatures, our literature has passed through several natural phases, alternately creative and critical. When some great national event stirs the passions of men and agitates the nation to its very centre, we may expect the intellectual activities also to be quickened, and hence immediately follow mg, or associated with such event, there will be a great pro- ductiye period in the literary life of .he nation. Some corre- sponding period in a foreign literature gives it tone, and the Whole hterature of the nation clusters around a few great men 111 the impulse IS gradually expended, and writers, no longer wkhThe "'f "'^ '^^"^' '^^"^ '' ^^«--*« -t and crflicism With their productions, and content themselves with a strict ad- I ! SCOTT AND HIS PERIOD. fi hence poetry lanSe/Ir^- , "'"" "' '°°" "■""«> ™<' 'Jt the different phases through which our Uf.r . u The period of Chaucer was not followed by a critical age in passed through .1 ^^'^^^^^^an period was exhausted it passea through the usua critical stqp-^ h„f ^, • . . circumstances this critical oe W1 ^"^ '° "^^"^^^ f«.,* • ^""cai period became a very oromin^nf XIV ™ taS" ^: "' ^™^'' '"=^''"^' "'^' °f Louis period las fnf fr /^ '' °'" ^"'' '^" "^ " ''="«■' transitional 1 r Iced Irrtv ^, "™ '° '^""■P'"'' """"S ""'ch little ™s ir. duced worthy a place in literature. The baleful effort „f fh^hr" "rV""""'"^"" '° '"""■■'' '-» att a S: : thought and feehng, was clearly shown. French art Ja f mality and classical purity were everywhere Ar/, was a, nd,„,,,„. „o crLive e„::^;r:he ^Tu^Z; watting for a new creative impulse which soon cam/ «„ premonitory symptoms of the' coming chan; ^ ^e seen ta S tl: It """"T'*'' """=' '^'■°™->'^ Sea on e,c tat the harbingers of the »a/W school were Cowpern his Z\ T^"'r, " •■" =°"8'- These were quite divorcedfrom the old school i both were natural, spontaneous and sincere „o artificia sentiment or form in either. The htlman ^mpa.hie: (he rough, vigorous line and love of nature in Cowper, put hem SCOTT AND HIS PERIOD. 3 in concord with nature. Soon follow the poets of the early years of the present century— a galaxy only equalled by those of the beginning of the seventeenth. This great period of poetry was caused by many combined forces acting on the social world at .he close of the last century, some of which were the following :— 1st. The natural weariness following the excess of artistic productions. People became tired of the artificial form and lorced sentiment of these foreign imitations and turned to the early native poetry. 2d. The awakened interest in this old poetry in its various forms tended greatly towards the formation of a more healthy and vigorous poetical taste. The first outburst of a poetical age IS likely to be lyrical ; in this respect the present period re- sembles the Elizabethan in its love of the metrical romances of chivalry and the simple narrative ballads. This fancy for early poetry is well marked by the literary forgeries to which it gave occasion, viz. .— Macpherson's "Poems of Ossian" (1760) Chatterton's « Rowlev Poems, etc.," Ireland's forgeries of Shakespeare, and by (he publication and imitation of many eld poets, especially Shakespeare and Spenser. But, perhaps, the most significant, and certainly the most influential work of that nature was Bishop Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry (1765). Ballad poetry has at all ages had a firm hold on the imagination of the people ; at times, indeed, a song has been sufiicient to rouse a nation to mighty deeds,-witness the Welsh bards, the Swiss J^auz des Vaches, Wharton's Lillikil. Icro, and the Marseillaise. But in this period it had a great in- fluence on poetic taste, it gave the first impulse to the genius of Scott, who was passionately fond of it, and collected his Mimtrelsycf the Scottish Border in imitation of the Reliques • indeed, it may be traced in most poets of the period. Words- worth says :-'• I do not think that there is an able writer in verse of the present day who would not be proud to acknowl- edge his obligations to the Reliques; I know that it is so with my fnends ; for myself, I am happy to make a public avowal of my own." Another book that marks this anti(^uarian jpirit '? in: 4 SCOTT AND HIS PERIOD. Thos. Warton's History of English Poetry. This pecuHarltv o# 3d- The influence of German literature began to be felt reproduce, I pecirat^t.^ ";„,'r::.:„f • f 'T' '"■ ""^ This foreign mAu-^nce i, entirely dTf!renflher '""^r'- c«e the characteristics of thrfte , li en " ":« , '" "''' produced in a modified form. The tUt rn ',"" "• Chaucer. Shakespeare. Spensei^anl . ^'l^hf;;"''/:^ a" -d .he strict adherence^;,:; '^^CjT't:^:; analysis, and these .^..J'w Z;" .1: ^^rr^r-"" Hen.M^ac.enJs"r^:,-^^^^^^^^^^ resit o?'' '^'' "■" "" S"='-" P"<="<^--" "Ses, was the immediate England was powerfullv affertprl h,r fi,^ .• restraint. license, then some g^avethm'L^h^^^^^^^^ *° ,*^^ "^'"^"^^ «f ^ mem up m despair, while others con- SCOTT AND HIS PERIOD. ^ tinued to dream of liberty and reformation. Scott never sym- pathized with these poets of liberty; the whole struggle only confirmed him in his determined opposition to the demands of the "rabble." These, then, were the forces at work to pre duce this remarkable activity in the literary world of England and we can now point out the leading peculiarities of the period. 1st. We have the love of nature gradually increasing till in Wordsworth it became a vital principle. Now, for the first time, we have natural scenery introduced for esthetic effect, and the art of description fully developed. A more healthy sen- tmient permeated the poems of this age. Those great passions and impulses that concern so intimately mankind in general, and not merely a section, formed Uie theme of poetrv ; hence the poor and lowly were, at first apologetically, but finally boldly, taken as the subject of the finest poems. 2d. The language became less refined. As in the Elizabethan age, more stress was laid on the substance than on the outward form; the poets of both ages excel more in originality of genius than in perfection of execution. Much of this originated m this period from the reaction against the cold elaboration of the critical age, and in the irregularity of the ballads and romances. Many of the poets aimed at a studied simplicity of style and sentiment and a rugged versification. 3d. The popularity of old writers cominued to some ex- tent. It was shown chiefly by Byron's imitation of Spenser in the first canto of CMlde Harold, and by Scott in his metrical romances and the antiquarian lore so prof aeely employed in his 4th. It was perhaps in imitatio-n of the old romances of chiv- airy and their offshoot, the narrative ballad, that Scott adopted a r.T?-rK "" " ^^' ^'"'"^^ ' ^"^ ^° successfully did he employ It that It became the most popular and prevailing form of poem! and, indeed, continues to this day to be the only kind favourabW received by the public. From narrative in verse it was an easy ransition to the prose narrative of the romance and the novel into which Scott glided. The novel is less ambitious and less artificial 5 but it is simply an inferior sort of poem, and requires 6 SCOTT AND HIS PERIOD. fto„.p„c.ry,o prose was .as/and '„;tul '"" ^ '™"""" two most popular and characteristic species of litlarvT sition of our time. literary compo- Having given above the causes and peculiaritie, „f ,i P",„d. a few words about the chief writers^e , c arv We ".e iove 'of na^Te'f ' L,^" afd t 'T '"*"« ^"^"•'■"• He was abiy aided b, Cra"be l E^ : ^ 'tZ^ZTT"! Kegi^ter, Tales of a Hall etc) .nrl I t/ ^"^S'^^'^fsA or rejected the revolutionary ideas ^ ac.opted waf :-:,;rwr :-f ciss:' -t^:':^-^^' ^'^•' ra.M-ebutchoseforeig„a„dfa„dfulfu c,; Hea,firsu!",'H .he revolution, but abandoned it after rLt'cest '^t'''"' ever iH H ' ' *° «'"'"' P""!"! geniuses tha ev^r hved. H,s poetry is grand and metaphysical.-a poe^^f William Wordsworth is the creat renfr.i « .-.period He had the deep iove for a. e " d Irwidt .ympathy for man in the highest degree. He purposely adoped a plamness of sentiment and of expression that often laWW SCOTT AKJ HIS PERIOD. j Sir Walter Scott.-A poet of order. The mighty events transpirmg around him could not command an encour,gi„g smile from his conservative mind. His work in the period was perfectmg the narrative poem and the historical romance. He lived entirely in the past, and thus exhausted the antiquarian spirit of this age. His vivid natural descriptions and his strong nationality make him very popular with his countrymen. Thomas Campbell (Pleasures of Hope, Gertrude of Wy0' ming. Songs, etc. ) belongs partly to the old and partly to the new. Samuel Rogers {Pleasures of Memory) is an isolated poet of the previous age. Thomas Moore {Songs,afi(/ Lalla Rookh) is scarcely a natu- ral poet. He resembles the previous age in his flash and glitter. Lord Byron resembies the past in his ''English Bardt and Scotch Reviewers;' and the opening canto of Childe ffarold; but his other poems belong to the new school, and in Cain and Don Juan he flies into open revolt against all con- ventional morality, religion and politics. Percy Bysshe Shelley {Queen Mab, Alastor, Prometheus Unbound, etc.) had poetical genius of a high order. He sought a state of purity, and wrote in a spirit of revolt from all hat was established. John Keats {Endymion, Hyperion) marks the close of the great impulse. Its energy was spent, and Keats had to go to Greek literature for inspiration. The above sketch does not presume to give more than a few facts to direct the student in his study of this important period. For further information he is referred to any of the more acces^ e of St. John, etc. Maturer Poems.— 77/^ Lay of the Last Minstrel appeared in 1805, when Scott was thirty-four years old- It grew out of a request of Lady Dalkeith to write a poem on the legend of the goblin page, Gilpin Horner ; this Scott attempted to do, in- lending the poem to be included in the Border Minstrelsy, but it grew too long for that, and became so uncouth and irregular that the whole was put into the mouth of an aged harper. Scott says thg introduction of the harper was to avoid the im- putation of " setting up a new school of poetry," instead of imitating an old school ; but it has been suggested that the harper may have typified himself in his devotion to the lady of his " chief," as he always called the head of the house of Scott. It became very popular ; its rugged beauty and romantic sen.- timent were something unusual. The old harper is generally admired. In 1808 appeared Marmion, a Tale of Flodden Field, his greatest poem. It is superior to the Lay by having a complete, well told story, instead of a confused legend : but in a poem we do not derive our chief interest from the story ; the narrative should be subordinate to the thought and that insight into the deeper side of life and manners, in expressing which poetry has so great an advantage over prose ; this is wherein Marmion excels the others. Its descriptions of war and of nature are Justly celebrated. Next in order comes the Lady of the Lake (1810), his most popular poem, but probably containing less poetry of a high nature tlian Marmion. The Vision of Don Roderick (1811) was intended by the author to celebrate the achievements of Wellington in Spain. It is generally considered a failure. I 11 ^1 to SCOTT AND HIS PERIOD. poems, .hat the taerrollH^^^T"' ''■='''='''■-= that of m.„.,o« unor ,h?^ ^ '""^' '^'"'=">' "" *= «y'= i 'hought ; thev all seem ^!^ f n ' ""'' Probably an after- and to be S from hint? ; "' °" '"^ "^'""' ™"-«. antiquarian strdTes ""' '"««""°"' g'"-" - hi^ -?'at;"^ftf ^r -f W^^^^^^^^ Of A,,™. r.or ra\;n irr'aurt'"^ ~'^^'av::: tf b.tra^;ferre;re:ero?s „^jsrr;nrr Hill, 13:5^. It .„ . • ,, „ , , . , " ""'' H02, to Hahdon jjj- xt was not intended for the stan-p h.,i- «< *^ -n . military antiquities." ^ ' *° illustrate n.a?:h"r:a";:;^;/°7'"^"; "=■= '^°" an.out.of..door, poems or th ouTh ht fien/rt ' ''"°"' "">" "'^S'' "- tain farm" at AbbolrH V ^f ^'^" ^""^ht a "moun- ruin inve Mr. r,ockhart admits that before fb. .-,. ^tcd ^29,000 in the purchase of land alone nsii Caiiic nc had Anot :her wild iV \ *^ N' ^SCOTT AND HIS I lOD. ii speculation Ti^his partnership with the Ballantynes, to estab- lish a large publishing house. But neither the Ballantynes nor Scott had the judgment for such an undertaking ; the new firm incurred many unnecessary expenses, published all sorts of books which did not sell, and the result was failure and mutual recriminations. Scott's greatest fame rests on his novels, generally known as the Waverley Novels. These were produced with marvellous rapidity; from Waverley (1814) to Woodstock (1826), aperiod of twelve years, he published nineteen novels, a feat unequalled since the #ys of Shakespeare. A discussion of the merits of these novels would be interesting, but would be foreign to the object of these notes. When the great crash came he found himself saddled with a debt of ;^i 17,000, and set himself resolutely to work to 7(;riig it off. On the 17th Jan., 1826, the announcement was made, and on the 19th he resumed the composition of Woodstock, and com- pleted " about twenty printed pages." Adversity to him was "atonic and bracer," but part of this dogged resolution was the result of pride, for the heaviest blow was the blow to his great pride. Through at life he only valued his literary pro- ductions because they brought him the means of building up, not a reputation, but a family mansion ; he aimed at founding a family, a new house of Scotts. He was the possessor, and wanted to be thought so, of many of those heroic qualities of chivalry he knew so well how to describe ; he wished to be un preux chevalier sans peur et satis tache, and this will probably account for his dread of pity, which so often showed itself in his life. "Se this as it may, he struggled on, and by January, 1828, he had earned for his creditors nearly ^^40,000, and would have paid the whole debt off if his health had continued. His Life of Napoleon Bonaparte, the work of two years, sold for ^18,000. His last works were Castle Dangerous and Count Robert of Paris, and an unpublished novel written at Naples, The Siege of Malta. A year's absence in Italy failed to restore his health, and returning home he died at Abbotsford, Sept. 21, 1832. li III CRITICISM. cnSL'n^1X?l\lir„X1l LlTeThi W'"' '"•''" '" repnnted. '* nature the following extracts are (Attro)';""*'°" '' Lord Jeffrey's article in the ^.//«^.^, ;,,,,,,, the'PS'i dS^S^yf oTS ♦'^^ ^''^--^ between Crabl'^or'S, ^ a'r"e^ a?," \"o"ap1SSo^f Z' admSetbs7rvers as in their subjectl, and have ,o cZern Sm , ° -^^T '^^° ^.^"f^ ^'"'« ^''^^rest and sustained pathet c of C^mXif •" fi? ^"" ^'^ 'r^"'' '''^ ''=^""1. deep ony and languor by those who nrf^frhrrlf'"''?/''^'/ ^" ^e mistaken for monot- qufet reflection. T h^'L^t nom.bV .. f ^'^'d ^^ sensibility or impatient of great variety and bA^liancv rSr th. ^ ^' ""•'^i^^^i^'^'y' ^ that which has descriptions; and whxiuouchesteh.! ^''''"'^''^ ^'"sl^ i" its images and so high as to transcend the comSh^ "" '"^'/ Pa^^'ons, without raising any -.i4° long as to'xhau^fdierjl'tl^'e."" "' ''''"'''^ '"«'''^'^' ^ '^-"-e we thiiS ve;;e'vtL''rt''rn^ T V^ ^^^ °"^ '"^'^'P^s for popularity. genius, he KfoYt n af^aiS to aUil £sd[?f ?."^ °"^'"''^'''?' ^^ »^- °^" diction and of sentiment whenev/rthl "*■ *''« comnionplaces, both of sive; he has madrt^^'of harerUtlrea^v 'f 'h ^' ^'^"^'^"' °^ ""?»•«- pressions. which have been accuStlH K .7 ''* characters, images antfex- cessors. The great secret of h?.n'^*^i'^ ^/ "l^ '"°*' celebrated o1 his prede- acteristic of hi! St^y apnear oP?"'^"'^'- ^^^^^^r, and the leading char- merely b;%t°'oLtviofrr' nit ic'^e'P^ '^'l!^^ "7 ^"^'^^ »° !"»"«=«* a story, and enlists the reader^sS^ sentiment, but takes the assistance of Then iiis character a LTselecLToS.'^^^^^^^ *"' """'y^^ ^^ attention, of poetrv: kings, wa. riors kiSts n.^^ll '"ost common drama4,s persona sels, wizards, and tme lovL fl^n.Ti "V""""' """«»«•«>«, sec^*drd dam- of the modern peasa u/^rke Crabbe n7r "^''^'''^^ '*^ *'^'"''?"^ '"'ojhe cottage tic privacy, like Cimnhln .'^'^^'^oe or Cowper ; nor into the boson,of domes- SoutheyorDamin S'nrrL''"'""^ "'""'■-^I?-^ "^ '^' imagi.iation.Tu^ T., .u " ^ ""=.iiiciiuon or tnose t In the management of his uassion.:. p„.; ursuea ihii srimi. tA,i.^.,u J -_■■.:"' "="■ \f~ ocott appears to iis io have . "b^iiik-iil Ul Ills uaSSlOns. arr^m IVT- C__». - «v 1 1 CRITICISM. ire i! :.■ S^S^i^^r^^;^^^ nowh^c .,iHv kindle, hi™ ha7Z l^^M^t^X^^T^^^liii '^ ^-»« -'--- that Mr. Sett seems U. have been anx^iou o ,; '<, /t^i^e n„d '^oT/ "' "f "'^■'^' ^'y''^' "« understood ; and, for this l.urpose;",. hive cuH ll h '■^•■■^''y.''»"4 "niversa'iy sp.cuous expressions of the mc^t onuhr .^^^^^^^ "'" "';"*'« '"^'""S and con- t/.en, ,„ sple.idid confusion v.itTh s'Z , erv . r' r'"' '" ':'''" ""erwoven cation. Indifferent whether he coinT [ ''"'"'"1 """' "•'''-".^'"I'lr versif,. freedom on his mcnu^ry a," fs ,Wi„a ionT*'' ''"^' l',?^'"^ ^^it'* '-'n»al reliance on a never-failins abi" da,?c^ "' ^'^ ^''^ ^"''"y ^"'•W'T-cI, in full 1-iere is nothinj; in Mr. Scotr nf »iL -. or of the terse and fine comio j t//^^^^^^^^^^^ ^"^^ -r'-^p^'", ^^y''^ «^ ^^i"^'". and nielody <,f Lamphell, or eve of L fl"^ '■ ' ''^'"'^ elaborate elegance Southcy. lUit there is a medLv of 1 ri?..!^ ^^"'*^ ^"'^ redundant d.ttion of carelessly an.l loosely together-a dicti f ,1"''>'^" ""^ >'''r'"^' ^<'^'1«. -^"t less richness of ShaLspeare! n„S tl e ,r^. '^''' ^"^'^^^'vely with the care- old romances, the lH.melines'\Tvi Ig J ^ a k .n',''' ^""'T' ^i'":'''^'!')' «'f H'e mental ghtter of the n,ost nmclern noetrv '^ W nnecdotes, and the senti- ludicrous to those of the su llim "JaKn,' 'l •*^' ^"'"' """' ^'''^^'^ o^ f'e tmies artificial and frequeiuine^H ' but a L'T.'"^ T^ energetic-some- and never expressing a sentiment which it ca?,??c'^ f."" "^ 'f""' •'">^ ^iy^chy, any exertion to con)prehen« "" *^"^' ^he most ordinary readw without a rival, either among mode ^oranci^^^^ ^*°""'^^ 1"'" ^" ^' '"''"'"^t process of his descriptions are arei"raorcHna v n^^H ' ' '""^ ^'^'^ character and He places before the eves of hirreS a n or J^f r'^'J ''^'''■'' '" astonishinr. perhaps, than any other artist evSTresen.I^ l''^'"'^' '''"^ ^""'P'^^^^ ^^^ does not (like Ciabbe) enumerate In tl^^-M^ ^^ ""^".^ ^'^''^^ ; and yet he degree of minuteness oor co2e imseTrbl'^ ■■*' °* '^' '''^^'''' ^^''h any The su,Rular merit of his deHne.ation" on ,»,/. ^ '"^'*"'' ^° ^''''" '« visible. with a few bold and abrupt strokes h; finS.l"'"''^' *=°"'''f'' '" ''''«' *'''». then instantly kindles it by the suddon ifj V ''!i''* T""^ ¥'>t«d outline, and t.on. There are none oVhis fine 1 cH ti ""'""'"."^ ^""""^ "'<•"' ^f^^^- denve a great part of their clearness and n r\ ' '''""'•'^"K'y. which do not interest, from the quantity of Sacter and 7"'^'" effect, as well as their blended with their details. ' ''"'^'^'^'^t^'^ '^''d moral expression which is thus ^r^'^^^IZ^lJ"^!:::^^^^^^ poetry is the air of free- characters, and with which no nil '° ""';'"'^ '" '""«' "^ I'is distinguished tured to ^ep,•esent;tt;::!^g:;Ts:U'dSnTtf " '"" Shakespeare l^as't' i^^^^'^:-l^lif^^^^^ in itsversifica. a larger variety of charaSrs^ore^ar iraTd^^'v '' ' f "'' "P"" ^'^« ^^olet IS nothing so fine, perhaps, as the 'Y"" 7-^"^ Ji'diciously contrasted. There some of the scattered ske'tches the "Lav ''^TT:^' °'' ?° P'-^turesque a' spirit in the whole piece which rir,». 1, * y , ' ''"' ^'^^re is a richness and a fusion of incident and a sh fting brilHL'nr''?'^^ '''^'•- "^ *'>«^« Poen s^^a p?c^ Witchery of Ariosto. "'"^ brilliancy of colouring that reminds us X^ ^^E^^^^-^-^-jJi-S ^^-^y c-Hed on. It ha. V „t vhc discovery ; but wc must say fo"-.' MrVscotMM CRITICISM. «r his secret is very discreetly kept, and most £elicitou«Iv rAv.»i-J t» -. p...er .,rt„. „, his rS^Mr Sc„,Sn,° ,S,"S^^^^^ ■" "■« of iiuk iiK h-m more iiileresri..,. ih-T.riV;™ i " ""? '""^ common error mere deforn,i,y "l.uning thrimere^t ^f' '^^ *. ^•''i'"" »»d b„l!a,fdn",TyXrTcter of "[^ind i'^' ^°"'^-»'" ^U^^rman poetry, but his ro- the innate dis L fon ^f h ^ ^d lo liveri,^^ .' ''^^ nationalism, with saved hin, from tl e nueri ties or t L . . ^ ''*''"' ''?"'''' "'"' '" ^^^ fufure, of German writers Vlded others HavfJ.'^f ""J T' '"''"^'^ "'^ .'""'^'i^" channed him in his foreign vouVites^^^^ ""k ?fT ''"^''^'^^ ">^t gave hin,.elf up exclusiverto th^more co i^^H'! ''" ^^^}^^ ^T7' ^^ s«°» minstrelsy. His poems i,^ all H„i J^^ congenial inspiration of that native finer thaif any thaTha^Tlll'f:,^^ &, wnttr "'wh.f .11 Zt^'' ^"S'"«""«^J carelessness, that element of lif^ ; nil "l- i • , '"^"^ irregularity and feeling and earnest Sfc-f tie wrLf ^r''t'>ig winch comes of the excited blended. l5ut inost of thl noetrJ t^ ^. i'''',* V''"" ^'"^^'^ '^" ^"alities are modern times Imd Jr ived a'^X.^li '"' K ^T T''"''^''^- ''"°"g "« i" gratification. The Lay of the Lis M,^,^^^^^^^^^ '^•"'■'.' '•'^^'"^'veK-, a critical with a long and daWate noem wh,l •'V'?'""^ '''''^^'^ "^ •'>" degrees ment cl hea,t as we 11 \s ^f'.dTl '"''■'*''' then, onward with an excite- doubt, did nu ch, o p, oduce this ei,p/''^ narratne form of the poems, no interest and exc temen f . nLl^ , V'^'n'"^' S" '^'Z^'-'" ^•'«''«"t poetrv, the verse, and the ^'^tic \r ow ^UU '. " 'l'/ ''^ '"'''-'',"" ^^^'^ ^'=^^' ^^e cha.m o the SoXT a:d'so„i^l!rhe?Tr!;'e?s T^'^l'^^'^' Wordsworth, Coleridge, poetry the ruge Tiid w ith hi!^ ' i '^^ ^'^"" ^''^° ^""^^ >» bis day made tion o^f the ;^.r{od Buf w Int'^K^^^H l'' ,'^«"""^"«? ^^e busy poetical produc- poetryimpreLd hs S:L"ctWc^e;'unr^^^ jr icuecuve caaracter, and directed the current of a.l writing Itf CRITICISM. t.K^k.ui. kniKh.iuHHi «.u hiv ' v; \ n^ H. lov.; K«ovr. vv„l, .nui.,„e inanntrs anl i ^s „Vs t' , ''"l'''' ",'*' ^'"'f'- the UeMi.,.t...Mso( nat.ual mcucia u lm , i ' "'.''"""^'lo' "Uls bcauiif,,! fn>,n inoKination: ,t ('Irn^ deX^ri v'f mTi'':^'''','' ;""* »''"«'''i"K.« more n>a hv hcinL. wv >.;.. i ."'*''"*•'" '^> ••>i>cv, and the alter nni!i< »l.« t».o ,,a«e onSy :^iri H .r' fc"".;;';;! :"'""" ^'^-^'y ^-'^- Jot «: •>..."K all his chanu-ters. S- u .ecuml uJv^r^l' I''''-^'''^ '»'"' ''•«^"^»- gnni.u! he has n>aj-iui„ent Kr,.i ,i Ls of ,i '" L •^''."'re «„(« eiuotio,,. IVevio.is skVtt Lv f ''•K- ."^'" 1'* 'J^^'t'OK Imman sentiment .t.Uea anv broad upo-nfr^SS;:;;- K*";;-;;.;--^ to his pnrpose = i. is ba,ed ably adapted by us easy rtu^ U^^ZS^^ ;^^:::!]^^'^^^*^ -'=^ «J'»i- of iJi ^z:::^^z e iop::s;::.^!: "'7^ ^"--^"' '-f ^•" .-». had in common. PKP*een said of |' vro th u Vi 1 . i "* '^'"''^ " '"'t^''^ *vitl, not IS nnqnestionabie. that tl,ev have ;,ei 1. 1, ''" T" '•'*"""^■t^s Vn verse. I o.;KmK to the h,uhest kind o ut.Se ^it.y ''^^^^^ "^'' '■''^/''''"•y »>«" Sc,.,t'so.^,iua!/;v:,;r'K:;:,:;;;!:^ 711;;;^;^^^ the regular epic: success ..t his attempts at em h vinV he hiv ' ""' ''"''' ' '^ "traordi, arv ms was n,ore natural th ,„ V, ,k1 ** «-hiv.,m.u:t u,d national idea, noth- «*1! as by others";^' U^'USit^.^-;-!;^;;';- be applied by livront kindofsentinients. "-"»^n<>n ot narratives fumuled on a different *«JlU-^a:;vS,^ri,f*^!^>m^ remember that he was the ance he sto.Hi ,n [he ^ve t ' h'e word '" nr ? = '*"•';' "'■^« -> ''- ^^^t ^ar. nv>te of prv>;-aration h.id been Im.n JA "',''"^.'- '1""^' ■■ "accompanied. No Mhen in .So, he b.ulle i,, o h^ Mi2\"'; m:; ^^' ''•""'T '^^"^ " '»i"«>trelsy, ' In these he appeale""'-'*^' "arratiws. lee .ons : he ,.,i„,ed the exten air !'''l'^,'l\"!i^*''^ " lections : he |Mi„,ed the ex m al's f ic^^. . "*i'' *'""^^b!inK historic recoj: P«ctu.e«,neness ; l.o ei,,beM T..^i v. I *"^'^'V"7 a'.'<» ananne.^ with unrivalled generous and b.-^vc i.Vlu^ ' u f " • '"I '"f^^^'t'O"'' enthusiasm all that Vw out the antique in so , ,' , mil "'";-'""^>' • '"'^J be seldo.u forgot to d^S Indeed, were ative genius. 5 productiiins suicccded in -Ckaik. his snbjert!*, >• Ht« Idvtt '<" o»iirt. the Ills bcauiifdl i>i> and tliar- I Muuelimet t?r nuule tJie '••>r to UH on iuul harmu- , For Uick- l>ich acquire » iicntinient re nvMlo in orcilile and "•0. anil as r. by broatl curious ex- it is ba<«ed kvas aduiii^ f all pi^ts which they itod narra- risc out o| h are open d son>e of t witli not verse. It iilarity he- Scott are liar epic: aordinarv lea, tioth- Hvrun as different e was the It appear- >ed. No strelsy," irratives. ric r«*col- i>riva!led that was to dress >th iuteJi« 7'/i£ LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO FIRST. PI ARP of the North ! that mouldering long hast hun? ^ * On the w.tch-elm that shades Saint Kii&n's SDrinf And down the titful breeze thv numbers fluni ^ ^' 111! envious ivy did around thee clin?. "*' Rlufflmg wuh verdant nnglet everv strinV- O M.nstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleeo ? S iirn ''"f . ''^''^' ''^"^^ ^^^""^^^•"^ murmuring ^ Mill must thy sweeter sounds thy silence keen Nor b.d a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep? Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon, Whlfi! ^^' fT''^ T^^ ^'^"'''^ *^e *e«t'^l crowd, ^^ hen lay of ho^viless love, or glorv won Aroused the fearful, or subdSed 'the proud At each according pause, was heard alom? h ne ardent symphony sublime and high ' t or Ml 1 the burdeft of thv minstrelsy fles^ pv*» ^^as Knighthood's dauntle'ss deed, arfd Beaut>l"maS: O wake once more ! how rude soe'er the hand 1 hat ventures o'er thy magic maze to str^v • tH THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [cakto i. L The staff at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill And deep his midnight lair had made ' Jn lone Glenartney's hazel shade ; liut, when the sun his beacon red Had kmdled on Benvoirlich's head. The deep-mouthed bloodhound's heavy bav Kesounded up the rocky way ^ And faint, from farther distance borne Were heard the clanging hoof and horn. IL As Chief, who hears his warder call To arms I the foemen storm the wall,* Ihe antlered monarch of the waste Sprifng from his heathery couch in haste. . But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high: ^ ossed his beamed frontlet to the sky • A moment gazed adown the dale, ' A moment snuffed the tainted gale A moment listened to the cry That thickened as the chase drew nigh : Then, as the headmost foes appeared^ An'i c?^\'^''^^''""'^ ^^^ ^°P«e he clears And, stretchmg forward free and far, ^ Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var. in. Yelled on the view the opening pack : Kock, glen, and cavern paid them back: 1 o many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response. A hundred dogs baved deep and strong, Clattered a hundred steeds along Their peal the merry horns rung out. A hundred voices joined the shSutr With hark and whoop and wild halloo. 1^0 rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew. CANTO I.] THE CHASE. Id .0^ Far from the tumult fled the roe, Close in her covert cowered the doe, The falcon, from her cairn on high, Cast on the rout^ a wondering eye Till far beyond her piercihg ken The hurricane had swept the glen Faint, and iftore faint, its failing din Returned from cavern, cliff, and linn,^ And silence settled, wide and still, On the lone wood and mighty hill. IV. Less loud the sounds of silvan war Disturbed the heights of Uam-Var And roused the cavern, where, 'tis told. A giant made his den of old ; For ere that steep ascent was won. High in his pathway hung the sun, And many a gallant, staid perforce, Was fam to breathe his faltering horse. And of the trackers of the deer. Scarce half the lessening pack was near; bo shrewdly on the mountain side, Had the bold burst their mettle tried. V. The noble stag was pausing now, Upon the mountain's southern brow. Where broad extended, far beneath. The varied realms of fair Menteith. With anxious eye he wandered o'er Mountain and meadow, moss and moor And pondered refuge from his toil. By far Lochard or Aberfoyle. But nearer was the copsewood gray. That waved and wept on Loch Achray, And mingled with the pine-trees blue On the bold cliffs of Benvenue. ;,r^? J*^°'''" ^^^^ t^e hope returned, With flymg foot the heath he spurned. Held westward with unwearied race. And left HpliinH fi,« »^ — *: - » '*-t ^ 15 v t* c; s* Va*2 v^'UciaOt io THE LADY OF TITtr r \r-r- ^ "i lUE LAKE, [canto i. VL A^Zl'flf, '? "" I'ha. steeds gave o'er When rose Be^Ted.^ 'Sf !„" t-P^-' Who flagged upon Bocha^sUe"s hek.h Thegalla„t;4f^;l™-»„h»«^o^hore, fh:.Te"^h'e''d%\'^ltS'^tF'5'^. And when the Bri^r „f n- ?"*'^''="'i Theheadn,o'';t?Sf„\-^--n. Alone, but with unbated zeal whfceV^Lt-£"lr^^^^^^^^ Tk„ 1 1 V 6'**P Witli sobs he Hrpw rt^ dts of IS I^^^'-h' f " ?vle.. SSSSS^^FUneh. Thus upX™!^- ■'^fr/IJ^'-in. Between the precipice and brake O er stock and rock their race they take. VIII. Where th J i ^ '""s^ ^"^n to bav Alread/'^o "f«i'-'2r ^'""' '"^--y. Measure! hs^af.erswi?h'M' For the death-wcrd and dei hTn ' Muateredhisbre.tS'wM^ya'rd'Sw CANTO I.] THE CHAS^. it But thundering as he came prepared, With ready arm and weanon bared, The wily quarry shunned ihe shock. And turned him from the opposing rock ; Then, dashing down a darksome glen, Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken, • In the deep Trosachs' wildest nook His -solitary refuge took. There, while close couched, the thicket shed Cold dews and wild flowers on his head, lie heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave through the hollow pass amain, Chiding the rocks that yelled again. IX. Close on the hounds the Hunter came. To cheer them on the vanished game; But, stumbling in the rugged dell, The gallant horse exhausted fell. The impatient rider strove In vain To rouse him with the spur and rein. For the good steed, his labours o'er. Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more Then, touched with pity and remorse, He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse ; 'I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Seine, That H^hland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed ! Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day. That costs thy life, my gallant gray I ' X. Then through the dell his horn resounds. From vain pursuit to call the hounds. Back limped, with slow and crippled pace. The sulky leaders of the chase ; Close to their master's side they pressed, With drooping tail and humbled crest : But still the dingle's hollow throat Prolonged the swelling bugle-note. The owlets started from their dream, iiic ciig;tvs auawctea With their scrcam. 22 !i ;v ' 0^# U' THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto I. Round and round the sounds were cast, 1 iJl echo seemed an answering blast : And on the hunter hied his way, To join some comrades of the day ; Yet often paused, so strange the road, So wondrous were the scenes it shewed. XL The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire. Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell its thunder-splintered pinnacle ; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Slun^sj^lain. 1 he rocky summits, split and rent, t ormed turret, dome, or battlement. Or seemed fantastically set With cupola or minaret, Wild crests as pagod ever decked, Or mosque of Eastern architect. Nor were these earth-born castles bare. Nor lacked they many a banner fair; For, from their shivered brows disolayed Far o'er the unfathomable glade, ^ * All twinkling with the dew drops sheen The brier-rose fell in streamers green ' And creeping shrubs, of thousand dyes. Waved m the west-wind's summer sighs. XIL Boon nature scattered, free and wild, Each plant or flower, the mountain's child- Here eglantine embalmed the air- Hawtiibrn and hazel mingled there j ^ A M A^'-'i A M^^ Fo: THE CHASE. 23 J^' The primcQ&e pale and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower ; Foxglove and nightshade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Grouped their dark hues with every stain The weather-beaten crags retain. With boughs that quaked at every breath, Gray birch and aspen wept beneath ; Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock ; And, higher yet, the pine-tree hung His shattered trunk, and frequent flung, Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high His boughs athwart the narrowed sky ' Highest of all, where white peaks glanced, Where glistening streamers waved and danced. The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue : So wondrous wild,4lie whole might seem The scenery of a fdiry dream. xni. Onward, amid the copse 'gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep. Affording scarce such breadth of brim, As served the wild duck's brood to swim. Lost for a space, through thickets veerincr, ^ra S",^, b»*oader when again appearing, '^^^ TalLrocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark-blue mirror trace ; And farther as the hunter strayed, Still broader sweep its channels made. The shaggy mounds no longer stood, Emerging from entangled wood. But, wave-encircled, seemed to float, Like castle girdled with its moat ; Yet broader floods extending still Divide them from their parent hill, Till each, retiring, claims to be An islet in an inland sea. XIV. And now, to issue from the glen, No pathway meets the wanderer's ken, &> -h 1\ H THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto I. Unless he climb, with footing nice, A far projecting precipice. The broom's tough roots his ladder made 1 he hazel saplings lent their aid ; And thus an airy point he w^ \, Where, gleaming with the setting sun, One burnished sheet of living gold, Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled, In all her length far winding lay, With promi)ntory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright. P'loated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, 1 o sentinel enchanted land. High on the south, huge Benvenue Down on the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, apd mounds, confusedly hurled. 1 he fragments of an earlier world : A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through midclle air, 13en-an heaved high his forehead bare. XV. From the steep promontory gazed The Stranger, raptured and amazed. And, ♦ What a scene were here,' he cried ♦ For princely pomp, or churchman's pride I Un this bold brow, a lordly tower ; In that soft vale, a lady's bower ; On yonder meadow, far away. The turrets of a cloister gray. How blithely might the bugle-horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering morn, How sweet, at eve, the lover's lute Chime, when the groves were still and mutef And, when the midnight moon should lave Her forehead in the silver wave. How solemn on the ear would come The holy matins' distant hum, While the deep peal's commanding tone — .-_ — ... ^,,,,.;^, i.Tjv;i lune, A sainted hermit from his Cell, i / Jj CANTO I.] THE CHASE. «s Of I"K k ^^ iV i To drop a bead with every knell— And bugle, lute, and bell, and all, Should each bewildered stranger call I To friendly feast, and lighted hall. XVI. * Blithe v^sre it then to wander here\ ^UVf But now,— be^filicew yon nimble deer,— . Like that same h ermit 's, thin and spare, The copse must give my evening fare ; J Some mossy bank my couch m'ist be, Some rustling oak my canopy. Yet pass we that ; the war and chase Give little choice of resting-place ;^ A summer night, in greenwood spent, Were but to-morrow^s merriment : But hosts may in these wilds abound, Such as are better missed than found ; J^ To meet with Highland plunderers here Were worse than loss of steed or deer.— I am alone ;— my bugle-strain May call some straggler of the train ; Or, fall the worst that may betide, Ere now this falchion has been tried.' XVII. But scarce again his horn he wound, When lo ! forth starting at the sound, From underneath an aged oak, That slanted from the islet rock, A damsel guider of its way, A little skiff shot to the bay, That round the promontory steep Led its deep line in graceful sweep. Eddying, in almost viewless wave. The weeping willow twig to lave. And kiss, with whispering sound and slow, 1^^ , The beach of pebbles bright as snow. V jii The boat had touched the silver strand ^' Ju§t as the Hunter left his stand. And stood concealed amid the brake. To view this Lady of the Lake. 4|tk> 26 I 1 .)f .^.^ ^THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto l. The maiden paused, as if again She thought to catch the distant strain. With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and h'ps apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In h'stening mood, she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand. xvin. And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face ! W]jat though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown,-- 1 he sportive toil, which, short and light. Had dyed her^glowing hue so bright. aC .y^f< ^"^•^'U ^■^x^- o y^^ ner-giowing hue so brigh ^\ S^^ ^^' Served too in hastier swell to shew W^^v 'iiV Short o-i;mr.coo ^f 4.U^ 1 j. .e "^K. VF FfliMiH 11^ IliU l.i|; Short glimpses of the breast of snow What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had trained her pace — A foot more light, a step more true, ' Neer from the heath-flower dashed the dew E en the slight harebell raised its head, tlastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hun^ The accents of the mountain tongue,— ^ Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The list'ner held hio breath to hear XIX. A Chieftain's daughter seemed the maid ; Her sat'*' snood, her silken plaid. Her golden brooch such birth betrayed/ / And seldom was a s nood amid fl %lj. ' Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid '/i- Whose glossy black to shame might brine The plumage of the raven's wing ; And seldom o'er a breast so fair. Mantled a plaid with modest care. And never brooch thp fnMo ^r.rr.KL«j Above a heart more good and kind. i'rV ^^' CANTO I.] THE CHASE 27 Her kindness and her worth to spy, You need but gaze on Ellen's eye ; Not Katrine in her mirror blue, Gives back the shaggy banks more true, Than every free-born glance confessed The gir 'ess movements of her breast; Whethei joy danced in her dark eye, Or woe or pity claimed a sigh, Or filial love was glowing there. Or meek devotion poured a prayer, Or tale of injury called forth The indignant spirit of the North. One only passion unrevealed, With maiden pride the maid concealed, Yet not less purely felt the Hame ;— O need I tell that passion's name ! XX. Impatient of the silent horn, Now on the gale her voice was borne :— * Father! ' she cried ; the rocks around Loved to prolong the gentle sound. A while she paused, no answer came,— - * Malcolm, was thine the blast ? ' the name Less resolutely uttered fell. The echoes could not catch the swell. * A stranger I,' the Huntsman said, Advancing from the hazel shade. The maid, alarmed, with hasty oar. Pushed her light shallop from the shore, And when a space was gained between. Closer she drew her bosom's screen ; (So forth the startled ?wan would swin^- So turn to prune his ruffled wing.) ^' Then safe, though fluttered and amazed, She paused, and on the Stranger gazed. Not his the form, nor his the eye, That youthful maidens wont to fly. XXI. On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, p'. ^ t8 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. [CANTO I. Yet had not quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth ; Forwarcf and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, Of hasty love, or headlong ire. His limbs were cast in manly mould, For hardy sjiorts or contest bold ; And though in peaceful orarb arrayed. And weaponless, except nis blade, His stately mien as well implied A high-born heart, a martial pride. As if a Baron's crest he wore, And sheathed in armour trod the shore. Slighting the petty need he shewed. He told of his benighted road ; His ready speech flowed fair and free In phrase of gr/-wlivi n*>arn l-Or UOUgiaS SpUkc, anu iri.aix.^.-t:it • — The flush of shame-faced joy to hide, The hounds, the hawk, her cares divide 5 CANTO II.] THE ISLAND. s« The loved caresses of the maid The dogs with crouch and whimper paid } And, at her whistle, on her hand The falcon took his favourite stand, Closed his dark wing, relaxed his eye, Nor, though unhooded, sought to fly. And, trust, while in such guise she stood, Like fabled Goddess of the Wood, That if a father's partial thought O'erweighed her worth, and beauty aught. Well might the lover's judgment fail To balance with a juster scale ; For with each secret glance he stole, The fond enthusiast sent his soul. XXV. Of stature tall, and slender frame, But firmly knit, was Malcolm Graeme. The belted plaid and tartan hose Did ne'er more graceful limbs disclose ; His flaxen hair, of sunny hue. Curled closely round his bonnet blue. Trained to the chase, his eagle eye The ptarmigan in snow could spy : Each pass, by mountain, lake, and heath, He knew, through Lennox and Menteith. Vain was the bound of dark-brown doe, When Malcolm bent his sounding bow, And scarce that doe, though winged with fear. Outstripped in speed the mountainf:er; Right up Ben Lomond could he press. And not a sob his toil confess. His form accorded with a mind Lively and ardent, frank and kind ; A blither heart, till Ellen came. Did never love nor sorrow tame ; It danced as lightsome in his breast. As played the feather on his crest. Yet friends, who nearest knew the youth, T-Tis smrn nf ivrnnor hie ^eol (nr ft-ntK — g^, », ,,., ,, .,i,,j And bards, who saw his features bold. When kindled by the tales of old. $i TH£ LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto it. Said, were that youth to manhood grown, Not long should Roderick Dhu's renown Be foremost voiced by mountain fame, But quail to that of Malcolm Graeme. I%i 4 S3' .m M XXVI. Now back they wend their watery way. And, ' O my sire ! ' did Ellen say, * Why urge thy chase ^so far astray ? And why so late returned ? And why* The rest was in her speaking eye. * My child, the chase I follow far, 'Tis mimicry of noble war ; And with that gallant pastime reft. Were all of Douglas 1 have left. I met young Malcolm as I strayed Far eastward, in Glenfinlas' shade. Nor strayed I safe ; for, all around. Hunters and horsemen scoured the ground This youth, though still a royal ward. Risked life and land to be my guard, And through the passes of the wood Guided my steps, not unpursued ; A. id Roderick shall his welcome make, Despite old spleen, for Douglas' sake. Then must he seek Strath-Lndrickglen, Nor peril aught for me agen.' xxvn. Sir Roderick, who to meet them came, ' Reddened at sight of Malcolm Graeme, Yet, not in action, word, or eye. Failed aught in hospitality. In talk and sport they whiled away The morning of that summer day ; But at high noon a courier light Held secret parley with the knight, Whose moody aspect soon declared, That evil were the news he heard. T^;<>^M it.^. ixsvuirtii 3€c:s:cu tulMug la his head Yet "was the evening banquet made, ONTO II.] THE ISLAND. 53 ii/i m Ere he assenibled round the flame, An^ rn '^'■' Douglas, and the Gr^^me, And Ellen too ; then cast around H.s eyes then fixed them on the ground. As studymg phrase that might avail ^ liest to convey unpleasant tale. rZl ''"•'' i'f .^l^ffer's hilt he played, Then raised h,s haughty brow an/ said: XXVIII. ^Short be my speech ; nor time affords. Kmsman and father-if such name Dou-las vouchsafe to Roderick's claim- Mme honoured mother: Ellen-why ' M3' cousm, turn away thine eye ?— And Gramme ; in whom I hope to know Fiill soon a noble friend or U, When age shall give thee thy command And leadms: in thy native land- ' Wtl , ^ ^'"^''' ^'""dictive pride boasts to have tamed the liorder-side Where chiefs, with hound and hawk who came To share the r monarch's silvan g^meT ' Themselves in bloody toils were snared • And : rtf' • Y'^r ^^^7 prepared, ' And wide their loyal portals flung, p er their own gateway struggling huntr Loud cries their blood 'from Meglat's mead '^ Wh'" \f '?' ^''^^^^ ^"d banks ot'Tweed ' ^ Where the lone streams of Ettrick irlide AndfromthesilverTeviot'sside;^ V/ ' / .f ihe dales, where martial clans did ride ^^''^"-^ ^4^4 Are now one sheep-walk, waste and wide So f 'IT^ "^ *5^ Scottish throne, ' So faithless, and so ruthless known. Now hither comes ; his end the same, T^ie same pretext of silvan game. ' K.f ^'1,^°!; Highland cKiefs, judge ye By fate of Border chivalry. "t.^ >e» ICC more; amid Glenfinla's green, Douglas, thy stately form was seen. ?r "J, '■1 !,ii 54 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. [canto 11. This by espial sure I know ; Your counsel in the streight I shew. XXIX. 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 colour went and came In the bold cheek of Malcom Graeme ; But from his glance it well appeared, ji- • *Twas but for Ellen that he feared> ; .x]t While, sorrowful, but undismayed, \,\ The Douglas thus his counsel said : * Brave Roderick, though the tempest raar, It may but thunder and pass o'er ; Nor will I here remain an hour, To draw the lightning on thy bower ; For well thou know'st, at this gray head 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.'—' XXX. * No, by mine honour,' Roderick said, *So help me, Heaven, and my good blade 1 No, never I Blasted be yon Pine, My father's ancient crest and mine, If from its shade in danger part \ The lineage of the Bleeding Heart ! HAOr rv\\T Kllinf or^oo/^K • r^f^ryi- r^a. To wife, thy counsel to mine aid ; *v.; iA CAN*0 II.] THE ISLAND. To Douglas, leagued with Roderick Dhu, Will friends and allies flock enow : wm w'^aI''^ ''°"^*' ^'■^^'■"st, and grief, Will bind, o us each Western Chiff. * A^ hen the loud pipes my bridal tell, The links of Forth shalf hear the kAell, The guards shall start in Stiriing's porch • And, when I ight the nuptial tofch; ' A thousand villages in flames, XT ^"I'u *^^, slumbers of King James ' --Nay, Ellen, blench not thus alay And, mother, ceas *hese signs, I pray I meant not all my Heart mi|ht say - Small need of inroad, or of fight, When the sage Douglas may unite Each mountain clan in friendly band, '?M,?u^''? ^,^^ P^'^^^ °^ tJieir lind, Q i t u °l'^^ ^'"^' ^'■^"^ pathless glen. Shall bootless turn him home agent' XXXI. There are who have, at midnight hour. In slumber scaled a dizzy tower, And, on the verge that beetled o'er The ocean tide's incessant roar. Dreamed calmly out their dangerous dream, T 1 wakened by the morning Beam ; When, dazzled by the eastern glow Such startler cast his glance below And saw unmeasured depth around 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, Headlono to plunge himself below, And meet the worst his fears foreshew.?— 1 hus, Ellen, dizzy and astound, As sudden ruin yawned around, By crossing terrors wildly tossed, Still for the Douglas fearing most, $t 56 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. [cANTb it }' -i XXXIL 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 b^ — forgive her, Chief, Nor hazard aught for our relief. Against his sovereign, Douglas ne'er WjU 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 ! Not Ellen more my pride and joy ; I love him still, despite my wrongs. By hasty wrath, and slanderous tongues. O seek the grace you well may find, Without a cause to mine combined.' v-Xi ■j^ XXXIII. t- Twice through the hall the Chieftain strode The waving of his tartans broad, I f ! 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 : But, unrequited Love ! thy dart Plunged deepest its envenomed smart, And Roderick, with thine anguish stung; At length the hand of Douglas- wrung, CANTO II.] THE ISLAND. 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 chequered shroud. While every sob— so mute were all — Was heard distinctly through the hall. The son's despair, the mother's look, 111 might the gentle Ellen brook ; She rose, and to her side there came, To aid her parting steps, the Graeme. 57 v>l XXXIV. Then Roderick from the Douglas broke Af^asliesJ|ame_through sable smoke, ^^ Kindling its wreaths7ldng," darl<,'arid low, To one broad blaze of ruddy glow. So deep the anguish of despair Burst, in fierce jealousy to air. With stalwart grasp his hand he laid On Malcolm's breast and belted plaid ; * Back, bea.dless boy ! " he sternly said ; * Back, minion ! hold'st thou thus at nought The lesson I so lately taught ? This roof, the Douglas, and that maid. Thank thou for punishment delayed.' Eager as greyhound on his game, Fiercely with Roderick grappled Grame. * Perish my name, if aught afford Its Chieftain safety save his sword ! ' Thus as they strove, their desperate hand Griped to the dagger or the brand. And death had been— but Douglas rose. And thrust between the struggling foes His giant strength : ' Chieftains, forego ! I hold the first who strikes, my foe. — Madmen, forbear your frantic jar ! What ! is the Douglas fallen so far, His daughter's hand is doomed the SDoil Of such dishonourable broil ! ' ^i^-^ 7 i Ei^illPH: S8 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto ii. Sullen and slowly, they unclasp, As struck with shame, their desperate grasp, And each upon his rival glared, With foot advanced, and blade half bared, t XXXV. Ere yet the brands aloft were flung, Margaret on Roderick's mantle hung, And Malcolm heard his Ellen's scream, As faltered through terrific dream. Then Roderick plunged in sheath his sword^ And veiled his wrath in scornful word. * Rest safe till morning; pity 'twere Such cheek should feel the midnight air ! Then mayest thou to James Stuart tell, Roderick will keep the lake and fell, Nor lackey, with his freeborn clan. The pageant pomp of earthly man. iviore would he of Clan-Alpine know, Thou canst our strength and passes shew. — Malise, what ho ! ' — his henchman came ; * Give our safe-conduct to the Graeme.' Young Malcolm answered, calm and bold : * Fear nothing for thy favourite hold ; The spot an angel deigned to grace. Is blessed, though r^lbers haunt the place. Thy churlish courtesy for those J^eserve, who fear to be thy foes. As safe to me the mountain way At midnight as in blaze of day. Though with his boldest at his back. Even Roderick Dhu beset the track.— Brave Douglas — lovely Ellen — nay, Nought here of parting will I say. ■ Earth does not hold a lonesome glen, So secret, but we meet agen. — Chieftain! we iap shall find an hour'— He said, and left the silvan bower. XXXVL Old Allan followed to the strand ^'''■' CANTO n.] THE ISLAND. 59 .e^ And anxious told, how, on the morn. The stern Sir Roderick deep had sworn The Fiery Cross should circle o'er Dale, glen, and valley, down and moor ; Much were the peril to the Grxme, From those who to the signal came'; Far up the lake 'twere safest land, Himself would row him to the strand. He gave his counsel to the wind. While Malcolm did, unheeding, bind. Round dirk and pouch and broadsword rolled. His ample plaid in tightened fold, And stripped his limbs to such array, As best might suit the watery way— XXXVII. Then spoke abrupt : ' Farewell to thee, Pattern of old fidelity ! ' The Minstrel's hand he kindly pressed- ' O ! could I point a place of rest ! My sovereign holds in ward my land, My uncle leads my vassal band ; To tame his foes, his friends to aid, Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. Yet, if there be one faithful Gr^me, Who loves the Cnieftain of his name, Not long shall honoured Douglas dwell Like hunted stag in mountain cell ; ' Nor, ere yon pride-swollen robber dare I may not give the rest to air ! Tell Roderick Dhu, I owed him nought, N^t the poor service of a boat. To waft me to yon mountain side.' Then plunged he in the flashing tide ; Bold o'er the flood his head he bore. And stoutly steered him from the shore ; And Allan strained his anxious eye, Far 'mid the lake his form to spy. Darkening across each puny wave, To which the moon her silver gave, Fast as the cormorant could skim. The swimmer plied each active limb ; vv^ 6o THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto IL i . N» i l',i! Then landing in the moonlight dell, Loud shouted of his weal to tell. The Minstrel heard the far halloo, And joyful from the shore witiidrew. *4 i\ i- THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO THIRD. ®l)« ©atljmng. I. T' «.? ^^"^ ^\ ceaseless course. The race of yore, A , ^5° ^^"ced our infancy upon their knee. And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happed by land or sea. How are they blotted from the things that be • How few, all weak and withered of their force. Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, ^"^ cours'^"" °"'* ^'^''* ' "^^""^ '^"^ ^''^ ceaseless Yet live there still who can remember well, 15 .^"1 when a mountain chief his bugle blew. Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell. And solitary heath, the signal knew ; And fast the faithful clan around him drew, wJ^ '?• ^'""^i *?^ warning note was keenly wound, wu.V""^ ' ^°^* *^^''' '^'■"dred banner flew, An^ wlll^ r.T"' ^^'•-P'Pes yelled the gathering sound, And while the Fiery Cross glanced, like t meteor, round. II. ^ 1 he scars of frantic penance bore. X JJ^^"^onk, of savage form and face, rr 5 ^i"Pe"d'"g danger of his race Had drawn from deepest solitude, T i^ ar m Benharrow's bosom rude . Not his the mien of Christian priest, SJI! "^ !,' ^'"""^ ^^^ g'"ave released, Whose hardened heart and eye might brook On human sacrifice to look • And much 'twas said, of heathen lore Mixed in the charms he muttered o'er. The hallowed.creed gave only worse And deadlier emphasis of curse • No peasant sought that Hermit's praver His cave the pilgrim shunned with care.' I he eager huntsman knew his bound. . And in mid chase called off his hound ; Or if in lonely glen or strath, .^j' The desert-dweller met hir^ath ^"^'H He prayed, and signed the cross between, While terror took devotion's mien 67 J) f V. Of Brian's birth strange tales were told. His mother watched a midnight fold. Built deep within a dreary glen, VVhere scattered lay the bones of men in some forgotten battle slain ' And bleached by drifting wind and rain. it might have tamed a warrior's heart To view such mockery of his art! The knot-grass fettered there the hand Which once could burst an iron band ; iieneath the broad and amnlf bone That bucklered heart to fekr'uikno'wn, h li 'I! I!f" li. ^ 6$ THE LADY OF THE LAKE. [CANTO ill. A feeble and a timorous guest, The field-fare framed her lowly nest ; There the slow blind-worm left his slime On the fleet limbs that mocked at time : And there, too, lay the leader's skull, Still wreathed with chaplet, flushed and full, For heath-bell, with her purple bloom, Supplied the bonnet and the plume. All night, in this sad glen, the maid Sate, shrouded in her mantle's shade : — She said, no shepherd sought her side, No hunter's hand her snood untied, Yet ne'er again to braid her hair The virgin snood did Alice wear ; Gone was her maiden glee and sport. Her maiden girdle all too short. Nor sought she, from that fatal night. Or holy church or blessed rite, . But locked her secret in her breast, And died in travail, unconfessed. VL Alone, among his young compeers, . Was Brian from his infant years ; A moody and heart-broken boy. Estranged from sympathy and joy, Bearing each taunt which careless tongue Op his mysterious lineage flung. ■ Whftle nights he spent by moonlight pale. To wood and stream his hap to wail, Till, frantic, he as truth received What of his birth the crowd believed. And sought, in mist ?nd meteor fire, To meet and know h.s Phantom Sire ! In vain, to soothe his wayward fate, The cloister oped her pitying gate ; In vain, the learning of the age Unclasped the sable-lettered page ; Even in its treasures he could find Food for the fever of his mind. Eager he read whatever tells Of magic, cabala, and spells, CANTO III.] THE GATHERING: And every dark pursuit allied To curious and presumptuous pride ; Till witii fired brain and nerves o'erstrune And heart with uiystic horrors wrune Desperate he sought Benharrow's den, And hid him from the haunts of men. VII. The desert gave him visions wild Such as might suit the Spectre's child. Where with black cliffs the torrents toil. He watched the wheeling eddies boil, 1 111, from their foam, his dazzled eyes Beheld the river Demon rise ; The mountain mist took form and limb. Of noontide hag, or goblin grim ; The midnight wind came wild and dread. Swelled with the voices of the dead • Far on the future battle-heath His eye beheld the ranks of death : Thus the lone Seer, from mankind hurled. bhaped forth a disembodied world One lingering sympathy of mind Still bound him to the mortal kind; I he only parent he could claim Of ancient Alpine's lineage came. Late had he heard, in prophet's dream, f he fatal Ben-Shie's boding scream ; Sounds, too, had come in midnight blast. Of charging steeds, careering fast. Along Benharrow's shingly side, Where mortal horsemen ne'er might ride; The thunderbolt had split the pine— All augured ill to Alpine's line: He girt his loins, and came to shew The signals of impending woe, And now stood prompt to bless or ban. .;U^^ As bade the chieftain of his clan. ^ VIII. *Twas ail prepared ; and from the rock, A goat, the patriarch of the flock, h 70 ,. A(-.v li. ,i»t.i THE LADY O"^ THE LAKE [canto lit Before the kindling pile was laid, And pierced by Roderick's ready blade. Patient the sickening victim eyed The life-blood ebb in crimson tide, Down his clogged beard and shaggy hmb, Till darkness glazed his eyeballs dmi. The grisly priest, with murmuring prayer, A slender crosslet formed with care, A cubit's length m measure due : The shaft and iimbs were rods of yew, Whose parents in Inch-CaiUiach wave Their shadows o'er Clan-Alpine's grpve, And answering Lomond's breezes deep, Soothe many a chieftain's endless sleep. The Cross, thus formed, he held on high, With wasted hand, and haggard eye, And strange and mingled feehngs woke, While his anathema he spoke. ^^^^ IX. *Woe to the clansman, who shall view This symbol of sepulchral yew, Forgetful that its branches grew Where weep the heavens their holiest dew On Alpine's dwelling low ! Deserter of his Chieftain's trust, He ne'er shall mingle with their dust, But, from his sires and kindred thrust, Each clansman's execration just Shall doom him wrath and woe. He paused ; the word the vassals took. With forward step and fiery look. On hif^h their naked brands they shook, Their'clattering targets wildly strook ; And first in murmur low, Then, like the billow in his course. That far to seaward finds his source. And flings to shore his mustered force. Burst, with loud roar, their answer hoarse, ' Woe to the traitor, woe ! ' Ti^-_««'«e .jrav scaln the accents kniw, The joyous wolf from covert diew, \ CA^ftO Jll.] THE GATHERING. Irt The exulting eagle screamed afar— They knew the voice of Alpine's war. X. The shout was hushed on lake and fell, T he monk resumed his muttered spell : Dismal and low its accents came, The while he scathed the Cross with flame. And the few words that reached the air Although the holiest name was there, ' Had more of blasphemy than prayer. But when he shook above the crowd Its kindled points, he spoke aloud : * Woe to the wretch, who fails to rear At this dread sign the ready spear ! For, as the flames this symbol sear, His home, the refuge of his fear, A kindred fate shail know : Far o'er its roof the volumed flame Clan-Alpine's vengeance shall proclaim. While maids and matrons on his name Shall call down wretchedness and shame And infamy and woe.* ' Then rose the cry of females, shrill As goss-hawk's whistle on the hill, Denouncing misery and ill, Mingled with childhood's babbling trill Of curses stammered slow ; Answering, with imprecation dread. Sunk be his home in embers red ' And cursed be the meanest shed That e'er shall hide the houseless head We doom to w^nt and woe ! ' A sharp and shrieking echo gave Coir-Uriskin, thy Goblin-cave ! And the gray pass where birches wav^ On Beala-nam-bo. XI. Then deeper paused the prest anew, And hard his labouring breath he drew, ., =...^ rviwi 3ci iccia ana cienciieU hand. And eyes that glowed like fiery brand, 7» ~r THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto in. He meditated curse more dread, And deadlier, on the clansman's heaa, Who, summoned to his Chieftain's aid, The signal saw and disobeyed. The crosslet's points of sparkling wood, He quenched among the bubbling blood, And, as again the sign he reared, Hollow and hoarse his voice was heard: * When flits this Cross from man to man, Vich-Alpine's summons to his clan, Burst be the ear that fails to heed ! Palsied the foot that shuns to speed ! May ravens tear the careless eyes, Wolves make the coward heart their prize! As sinks that blood-stream in the earth. So may his hcart's-blood drench his hearth I As dies in hissing gore the spark. Quench thou his light. Destruction dark I And be the grace lo him denied, Bought by this sign to all beside i * He ceased ; no echo gave agen The murmur of the deep Amen. XIL Then Ror'erick, with impatient look. From Brian's hand the symbol took r * Speed, Malise, speed ! ' he said, and gave The crosslet to his henchman brave. * The muster-place be Lanrick mead — Instant the time — speed, Malise, speed ! Like heath-bird, when the hawks pursue, A barge across Loch Katrine flew ; High stood the henchmen on the prow ; So rapidly ine bargemen row. The bubbles, where they launched their boat, Were all unbroken and afloat, Dandng in foam and ripple still, When it had neared the mainland hill; And from the silver beach's side Still was the prow three fathom wide, When lightly bounded to the land The messenger of blood and brand* CANTO III.] THE GATHERING. XIII. Speed, Malise, speed ! the dun deer's hide On fleeter foot was never tied. Speed, Malise, speed ! such cause of haste Thine active sinews never braced. Bend 'gainst the steepy hill thy breast, Burst down like torrent from its crest ; With short and springing footstep pass The trembling bog and false morass ; Across the brook like roebuck bound, And thread the brake like questing hound ; The crag is high, the scaur is deep. Vet shrink not from the desperate leap ; Parched are thy burning lips and brow, Yet by the fountain pause not now ; Herald of battle, fate, and fear, Stretch onward in thy fleet career ! The wounded hind thou track'st not now, Pursuest not maid through greenwood bough. Nor phest thou now thy flying pace, With rivals in the mountain race ; But danger, death, and warrior deed. Are m thy course— speed, Malise, speed I St rr ^^'^' A Fast as the fatal symbol flies, In arms the huts and hamlets rise ; From winding glen, from upland brown, J hey poured each hardy tenant down. Nor slacked the messenger his pace ■ He shewed the sign, he named the place, And, pressing forward like the wind, Left clamour and surprise behind. The fisherman forsook the strand, The swarthy smith took dirk and brand; With chancred cheer, the mower blithe Left in the half-cut swathe the scythe ; The herds without a keeper strayed. The plough was in mid-furrow staid, The falc'ner tossed his hawk away, The hunter left the stag at bay: . .r^m^;! ai luc ai^iiiu ui aiarTHS, Each son of Alpine rushed to arms ; 73 V'l y^ 1 74 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [caxto Ul. So swept the tumult and affray Along the margin of Achray. Alas, thou lovely lake ! that e'er Thy banks should echo sounds of fear The rocks, the bosky thickets, sleep So stilly on thy bosom deep, The lark's blithe carol, from the cloud, Seems for the scene too gaily loud. i- XV. Speed, Malise, speed ! the lake is past, Duncraggan's huts appear at last, And peep, like moss-grown rocks, half seen. Half hidden in the copse so green ; There mayst thou rest, thy labour done. Their lord shall speed the signal on,— As stoops the hawk upon his prey. The henchman shot him down the way. — What woeful accents load the gale ? The funeral yell, the female wail ! A gallant hunter's sport is o'er, A valiant warrior fights no more. Who, in the battle or the cliase, At Roderick's side shall fill his place ! — Within the hall, where torches' ray Supplies the excluded beams of day, Lies Duncan on his lowly bier. And o'er him streams his widow's tear. His stripling son stands mournful by, His youngest weeps, but knows not why ; The villclge maids and matrons round The dismal coronach resound. XVL CORONACH. He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain^ When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing. From the rain-drops shall borrow But to us comes no choering, To Duncan no morrov/ ; CANTO III.] THE GATHERING. The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, cut the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, ^"t our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber. Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain. Thou art gone and for ever ! XVII. See Stumah, who, the bier beside. His master's corpse with wonder eyed. Poor Stumah ! whom his least halloo £^cH ^^u^ ^^^ lightning o'er the dew, gristles his crest, and points his ears. As If some strafigervstep he hears. ,nW ' ris not a mourner's muffled tread, i ', Who comes to^^row o'er the dead, ^ ^ But headlong haste, or deadly fear. Urge the precipitate career. All stand aghast : unheeding aH, |u«ho^ jJaJ The henchman bursts into the hall ; ^^ ii ia1 *^u ^,^^^ "^^"'s b'er he stood ; Held forth the Cross besmeared with blood ; The muster-place is Lanrick mead t Speed forth the signal ! clansmen, speed# XVIII. Angus, the heir of Duncan's line, Sprjing forth and seized the fatal sign. In^ haste the stripling to his side His father's dirk and broadsword tied: cut when he saw his mother's eve Watch him In speechless agony,' n SIi*i ■Jll If ■ : ' ! J%: I 1 " t i wi.i : ; I 76 THE LADY OF THE LAJCE. [canto lii Back to her opened arms he flew, Pressed on her lips a fond adieu — ' Alas ! ' she sobbed—* and yet be gone, And speed thee forth, Hke Duncan's son!' .j^J^ One look he cast i^.pon the bier, Dashed from his eye the gathering tear. Breathed deep to clear his labouring breast, And tossed aloft his bonnet crest. Then, like the high-bred colt, when, freed, First he essays his fire and speed, He vanished, and o'er moor and moss Sped forward with the Fiery Cross. Suspended was the widow's tear. While yet his footsteps she could hear ; And when she marked the henchman's eye, Wet with unwonted sympathy, ^ * Kinsman,' she said, * his race is run. That should have sped thine errand on ; The oak has fallen— the sapling bough Is all Duncraggan's shelter now. Yet trust I well, his duty done, The orphan's God will guard my son.— And you, in many a danger true. At Duncan's hest your blades that drew. To arms, and guard that orphan's head I Let babes and women wail the dead.' Then weapon-clang, and martial call, Resounded through tne funeral hall. While from the walls the attendant band Snatched sword and targe, with hurried hand ; And short and flitting energy Glanced from the mourner's sunken eye, As if the sounds to warrior dear Might rouse her Duncan from his bier. But faded soon that borrowed force ; Grief claimed his right, and tears their course. XIX. Benledi saw the Cross of Firs, It glanced like lightning up Strath-Ire. O'er dale and hill the summons flew, pause young > nru^ ai. i-iit f nrnfUorofl in hxa <»VP ICltlZV^S %/i.« He left the mountain-breeze to dry CAMTO m.] THE GATHERING. Until, where Teith's young waters roll, Betwixt him and a wooded knoll, That graced the sable strath with green, The chapel of Saint Bride was seen, Swoln was the stream, remote the brid«-e. But Angus paused not on the edge ; '^ Though the dark waves danced dizzily, Though reeled his sympathetic eye, He dashed amid the torrent's roar : His right hand high the crosslet bore. His left the pole-axe grasped, to guide Ahd stay his footing m the tide. He stumbled twice— the foam splashed high, With hoarser swell the stream raced by. And had he fallen — for ever there Farewell Duncraggan's orphan heir ! But still, as if in parting life, Firmer he grasped the Cross of strife, Until the opposing bank he gained, And up the chapel pathway strained. "^ XX. A blithesome rout, that morning tide. Had sought the chapel of Saint Bride. Her troth Tombea's Mary gave To Norman, heir of Armandave, And, issuing from the Gotliic arch. The bridal now resumed their march. In rude, but glad procession, came Bonneted sire and coif-clad dame ; And plaided youth, with jest and jeer. Which snooded maiden would not hear : Ard children, that, unwitting why, Lent the gay shout their shrilly cry ; And minstrels, that in measures vied Before the young and bonny bride, Whose downcast eye and cheek disclose The tear and blush of morning rose. With virgin step and bashful hand. She held the 'kerchief's snowy band ; The gallant bridegroom, by her side, Beheld his prize with victor's pride, Ann tfi*> crlorl mr\i-Vi»f in V,^w «%^« Was closely whispering word o£ cheer. 77 78 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto hi. XXL Who meets t^em at the churchyard rate ? The messenger of fear and ialc l Haste in his hurried accent lies, And grief is swimming in his eyes. AU dripping from tho recent flood, V Panting and travel soiled he stood, ^^^^ The fatal sign of fire and sword Held forth, and spoke the appointed word: * The muster-place is Lanrick mead ; Speed forth the signal ! Norman, speed ! I And must he change so soon the hand, Just linked to his by holy band. For the fell Cross of blood and brand ? And must the day, so blithe that rose, And promised rapture in the close, Before its setting hour, divide The bridegroom from the plighted bride ? O fatal doom !— it must ! it must ! Clan-Alpine's cause, her Chieftain's trust, Her summons dread, brook no delay ; Stretch to the race — away I away ! ^ xxn. Yet slow he laid his plaid aside, And, lingering, eyed his lovely bride, Until he saw the starting tear Speak woe he might not stop to cheer ; Then, trusting not a second look, In haste he sped him up the brook, Nor backward glanced, till on the heath Where Lubnaig's lake supplies the Teith. — What in the racer's bosom stirred? The sickening pang of hope deferred, And memory, with a torturing train Of all his morning visions vain. Mingled with love's impatience, came The manly thirst for martial fame ; The stormy joy of mountaineers, Ere yet they rush upon the spears ; And zeal for Clan and Chieftain burning, And hopC; from wcll-fouglst ncid returning, CANTO III.] THE GATHERING. With war's red honours on his crest, To clasp his Mary to his breast. Stung by such thoughts, o'er bank and brae, Like fire from flint he glanced awa,, While high resolve, with feeling strong,- Burst liito voluntary song. / XXIIL SONG. The heath this night must be my bed, The bracken curtain for my head, My lullaby th*- warder's tread, Far, far, from love and thee, Marv ; To-morrow-eve, more stjjl;^ laid, fijj t My couch may be my bloody plai(V^C/ My vesper son-, thy wail, /weet maicf! It will not waken me, Mary ! I may not, dare not, fancy now. The grief that clouds thy lovely brow, I dan not think upon thyvow, And all it promised me, Mary. No fond regret must Norman know; \7hen bursts Clan-Alpine on the foe. His heart must be like bended bow, His foot like arrow free, Mary. A time will come with feeling fraught, For, if I fall in baitle femtght, i':oiii^\ Thy hapless lover's dying thought Shall be a thought on thee,'Mary. And i f return ed from conquered foes, How blithely wil' the evening close. How sweet the linnet sing repose. To my young bride and me, Mary! XXIV. Not faster o'. tliy heathery braes, Kalquidder, speeds ' e midnight blaze, Rushinj^^:, in conflagration strong, Thy deep ravines and dells along, Wrapping thy cliffs in purple glow, And reddening the dark lakes below. Nor faster speeds it, nor so far, xib u cr my ncams liic VOic<^ vt war. M i 1""f iii 80 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto llfc The signal roused to martial coil, The sullen margin of Loch Voil, Walced still Loch Doine, and to the source, Alarmed, Balvaig, thy swampy course ; Thence southward turned its rapid road Adovvn Strath-Gartney's valley broad, Till rose in anps each man might claim A portion in Clan Alpine's name, From the gray sire, whose trembling hand Could hardly buckle on his brand, To the raw boy, whose .shaft and bow • Were yet scarce terror to the crow. Each valley, each sequestered glen, Mustered its little horde of men, That met as torrents from the height In Highland dales their streams unite, Still gathering, as they pour along, A voice more loud, a tide more strong, Till at the rendezvous they stood By hundreds, prompt for blows and blood; Each trained to arms since life began. Owning no tie but to his clan, No oath, but by his chieftain's hand. No law, but Roderick Dhu's command. XXV. That summer morn had Roderick Dhu Surveyed the skirts of Benvenue, And sent his scouts o'er hill and heath, To view the frontiers of Menteith. All backward came with news of truce ; Still lay each martial Graeme and Bruce, In Reanock courts no horsemen wait. No banner waved on Cardross gate, On Duchray's towers no beacon shone, Nor scared the herons from Loch Con ; All seemed at peace. — Now, wot ye why The Chieftain, with such anxious eye, Ere to the muster he repair. This western frontier scanned with care ? In Benvenue's most darksome cleft, A fair, though cruel, pledge was left j For Douglas, to his promise true, ThaX mosulsi^ itam the i^slg withdreWi CANTO HI.] THE GATHERING. ti And in a deep sequestered dell Had sought a low and lonely cell. By many a bard, in Celtic tongue, Has Coir-nan-Uriskin been sung ; A softer name the Saxons gave, And called the grot the Goblin-cave. XXVI. It was a wild and strange retreat, * As e'er was trod by outlaw's feet. The dell, upon the mountain's crest, Yawned like a gash on warrior's breast? • i Its trench had staid full many a rock, uAAr A' ^^/HOuUAJ Hurled by primeval earthquake shock ^^^^^ ^ from Ben venue's gray summit wild, ' And here, in random ruin piled, » They frowned incumbent o'er the spot. And lormed the rugged silvan grot The oak and birch, wich mangled shade. At noontide there a twilight made Unless when short and sudden shone Some straggling beam on cliff or stone, With such a glimpse as prophet's eye Gams oh thy depth, Futurity. No murmur waked the solemn still, Save tinkling of a fountain rill ; But when the wind chafed with the lake. A sullen sound would upward break, With dashing hollow voice, that spoke The mcessant war of wave and rock Suspended cliffs, with hideous sway Seemed nodding o'er the cavern o-rav From such a den the wolf had sp%nff In such the wild-cat leaves her youn?- Yet Douglas and his daughter fair ' Sought for a space their safety there. Gray Superstition's whisper dread Debarred the spot to vulgar tread ; For there, she said, did fays resort' And satyrs hold their silvan court. By moonlight tread their mystic maze. And blast the rash behoM'T's * •mJ^mB^^^^:i--ii' « 0im ^ i^i.*^', [^ §2 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto iti XXVIL Now eve, with western shadows long, Floated on Katrine bright and strong, When Roderick, with a chosen few, Repassed the heights of Benvenue. Above the Goblin-cave they go, Through the wild pass of Beal-nam-bo; The prompt retainers speed before, To launch the shallop from the shore, For cross Loch Katrine lies his way To view the passes of Achray, And place his clansmen in array. Yet lags the chief in musing mind, Unwonted sight, his men behind. A single page, to bear his sword. Alone attended on his lord ; The rest their way through thickets break, And soon await him by the lake. It was a fair and gallant sight. To view them from the neighbouring height, By the low-levelled sunbeam's light ! For strength and stature, from the clan Each warrior was a chosen man, As even afar might well be seen, » By their proud step and martial mien. Their feathers dance, their tartans float, Their targets gleam, as by the boat A wild and warlike group they stand. That well became such mountain strand. XXVIIL Their Chief, with step reluctant, still Was lingering on the craggy hill. Hard by where turned apart the road To Douglas's obscure abode. * It was but with that dawning morn, That Roderick Dhu had proudly sworn, To drown his love in war's wild roar. Nor think of Ellen Douglas more ; But he who stems a stream with sand, And fetters flame with flaxen band. Has yet a harder task to prove — Bv firm resolve to conquer love 1 CANTO III.] THE GATHERING. Eve finds the Chief, like restless ghost, btill hovering near his treasure lost ; For though his haughty heart deny V ^, ' ^.Pajt'ng meeting to his eye, ^ V^ Still fondly strains his anxious ear, * * 1 he accents of her voice to hear And inly did he curse the breeze 1 hat waked to sound the rustling trees. But hark ! what mingles in the strain c It IS the harp of Allan-bane, That wakes its measure slow and high Attuned to sacred minstrelsy. ,^'^^J.!?elting voice attends the strings ? I IS Ellen, or an angel, sings. XXIX. HYMN TO THE VIRGIN. Ave Maria f maiden mild ! Listen to a maiden's prayer ! Thou canst hear though from the wild. 1 hou canst save amid despair, bafe may vye sleep beneath thy care, Though banished, outcast, and reviled--. ?!l P • ^^^^ ^ maiden's prayer ; Mother, hear a suppliant child ! Ave Maria / undefiled i ^'f''' ^^'''^ ' The flinty couch we now must share bhall seem with down of eider piled, II thy protection hover there, e, murky cavern's heavy air Then M.'7''^ "i •'^^'^ '^ *'^^" '^^«* smiled ; MnVj, r'? • ^^^' ^ "^'^''den's prayer, ' Mother, list a suppliant child ! Ave Maria! S.ainless styled"^"" ^"^^'''''^ ^ Foul demons of the earth and air, Q^n'^ *l^'!; "^^^^^d h^^nt exiled Shall flee before thy presence fair! we bow us to our lot of care, Beneath thy guidance reconciled ; Hear for a maid a maiden's nrav^r And for a father hear a child \ ' Ave Maria ( 83 ^■i immtmmm. i- K« >•. ; I I ^4 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto lii XXX. Died on the harp the closing hymn — Unmoved in attitude and lin^b, As listening still, Clan-Alpine's lord Stood leaning on his heavy sword, Until the page, with humble sign, Twice pointed to the sun's decline. Then while his plaid he round him cast, * It is the last time— 'tis the last,' He muttered thrice — * the last time e'er That angel-voice shall Roderick hear! ' It was a goading thought — his stride Hied hastier down the mountain-side ; Sullen he flung him in the boat, And instant 'cross the lake it shot. They landed in that silvery bay, And eastward held their hasty w^y, Till, with the latest beams of light, The band arrived on Lanrick height. Where mustered, in the vale below, Clan-Alpine's men in martial show. XXXL . A various scene the clansmen made. Some sate, some stood, some slowly strayed ; But most, with mantles folded round, Were couched to rest upon the ground, Scarce to be known by curious eye, ^ From the deep heather where they He, So well was matched the tartan screen With heath-bell dark and brakens green ; Unless where, here and there, a blade. Or lance's point, a glimmer made. Like glow-worm twinkling through the shade. But when, advancing through the gloom, They saw the Chieftain's eagle plume. Their shout of welcome, shrill and wide. Shook the steep mountain's steady side. Thrice it arose, and lake and fell f.u^v^jj^j^^ Three times returned the martial yell; ^^ It died upon Bochastle's plain, AnH «ilpnrp r.laimed her eveninff reififn. THE LADY OF THE LAKE, CANTO FOURTH. ®l)e JJroplfeig. I. *'T'HE rose is fairest when 'tis budding ngw, dicf'^ And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears : The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. O wilding rose, v/hom 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 wave. II. Such fond conceit, half said, half sung. Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue. All while he stripped 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 i — on the rock a footstep rung, And instant to his arms he sprung. * Stand, or thou diest !— What, Malise ?— sooa Art thou returned 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, vn distant scout iwd Maiise gone.) 8S 86 TH^ LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto IV. VisM« U 4'! Br ■11 It 'Ml .r*.^'''" * Where sleeps the Chief ? ' the henchman said. * Apart, in yonder misty glade ; To his lone couch I'll be your guide.* — Then called a slumberer by his side, And stirred him with his slackened bow^ * Up, up, Glentarkin ! rouse thee, ho ! We seek the Chieftain ; on the track, Keep eagle watch till I come back.* in. Together up the pass they sped : * What of the foemen ? ' Norman said. — * Varying reports from near and far ; This certain — that a band of war Ha5; 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 hib charge, Ngif^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 ? — IV. * 'Tis well advised— the Chieftain's plan Bespeaks the father of his clan. But wherefore sleeps Sir Roderick Dim Apart from all his followers true ? ' — * It is, because last evening-tide -:-vv-v^ a^v'vu^ 5"wy Brian an augury hath tried, > ^, * ' ]^i., Cf that dread kind which must not be Uiiiess in dread extremity, ^ rJ ^i»- i-^ [V. CANTO IV.] THE PROPHECY. The Taghairm called ; by which, afar, Our sires foresaw the events of war. Duiicraggan's milk-white bull they slew.'— MALISE. Ah ! well the gallant brute I knew ! The choicest of the prey we had, When swept our merry-men Gallangad. His hide was snow, his horns were 'dark, His red eye glowed like fiery spark ; So fierce, so timeless, and so fleet, Sore did he cumber our retreat, And kept our stoutest kernes in awe 'f wa^jJi 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.'— "^-^ V. NORMAN. *That bull was slain : his reeking hide They stretched the cataract beside, ^/ , Whose waters their wild tumult toss 'J. (?t» Adow.n the blark and craggy boss OfThat huge cliff, whose ample verc^e Tradition calls the Hero's Targe '^ 1 i m"^?"^''^*? ^'^ ^ ^^'''^^^ beneath i?s brink, ''-.i^A^^^Iose where the thundering torrents sink, ' Rockmg 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 nermit gains yon rock, and stands To gaze upon our slun ■K.iii^ bards. Seems not he, Malise. hk.: a ghost, That hovers o'er a slauf^'-ered host.? Or raven on the blasted'oak. That, watching while the deer is broke, tiis morsel claims with sullen croak ? ' ^1 AaK'I ■ 4^ C^^^i ■' p S8 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto iy. .l<^ C i i MALISE. — * 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 au^t that, gleaned from heaven or hell, Yon fiend-begotten monk can tell. The Chieftain joins him, see — and now, Together they descend the brow.' VL And, as they came, with Alpine's lord The Hermit monk held solemn word : * Roderick ! it is a iearful strife, For man endowed with mortal life, Whose shroud of sentient day can still Feel feverish pang and faint Uig chill, Whose eye can stare in stony trance, Whose hair can rouse like warrior's lance — • 'Tis hard for such to view, unfurled. The curtain of the future world. Yet, witness every quaking limb, My sunken pulse, mine eyeballs dim, My soul with harrowing anguish torn. This for my Chieftain have I borne ! — The shapes that sought my fearful :ouch, A human tongue may ne'er avouch ; No mortal man — save he, who, bred Between the living and the dead, Is gifted beyond nature's law — Had e'er survived to say he saw. At length the fatal answer came. In characters of living flame ! Not spoke in word, nor blazed in scroll. But borne and branded on ray soul ; — Which spills the foremost foeman's life, That party conquers in the strife.' VIL * Thanks, Brian, for thy zeal and care ! vlA • I-^ ' ,w # vjiwvt la ^iiiiix, aur' ux Jf auu i.ai.1^ Canto iv.] I"?! THE PROPHECY. / ' 'i ^^^":^^P'ne ne'er in battle stood, J^xmhj^^ "''St our broadswords tasted blood. A surer victim still I know, Self-offered to the auspicious blow : A spy has sought my land this morn— Jfo e^ shall witness his return ! My fSIlowers guard each pass's mouth, 10 east, to westward, and to south; Red Murdoch, bribed to be his guide. Has charge to lead his steps aside, 1 111, m deep path or dingle brown. He light on those shall bring him down. —Jiut see, who com^s his news to shew ! Mahse ! what tidings of the foe ? '— VIII. At Doune, o'er many a spear and glaive, Iwo Barons proud their banners wave. I saw the Moray's silver star, And marked the sable pale of Mar.' By Alpine's scul, high tidings those ' ^,Jove to hear of worthy foes. When move they on ?'--' To-morrow's noon W 11 see them here for battle boune.' 1 lien shall it see a meeting stern '— But, for the place— say, couldst thou learn Nougiit of the friendly clans of Earn ? Strengthened by them, we well might bide The battle on Benledi's side. Thou couldst not .P-well ! Clan-Alpine ;> men Sha 1 man the Trosachs' shaggy glen : Withm Loch Katrine's gorge we'll fight, . All in our maids' and matrons' sight, •Each for his hearth and household fire. Father for child, and son for sire- Lover for maid beloved .'—But why- Is It the breeze affects mine eye ? Or dost thou come, ill-omened tear I A messenger of doubt or fear ? No ! sooner may the Saxon lance Unfix Benledi from his stance. Than doubt or terror can pierce through _Ai — ii^iv,.„...^ iiuait ui x\uuericK uhuf 89 < ' • •* 'J ;"'swa«»cowft.£5^SiBM*i i^' 1 ' U n ,5 '' 90 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto iv. 'Tis stubborn as his trusty targe. Each to his post!— all know their charp:c.' The pibroch sounds, the bands advance, The broadswords gleam, the banners dance, Obedient to the Chieftain's glance. — I turn me from the martial roar. And seek Coir-Uriskin once more. •J/- IX. Where is the Douglas ?— he is gone And Ellen sits on "the gray stone Fast by the cave, and makes her moan ; While vainly Allan's words of cheer Are poured on her unheeding ear. — *He will return— Dear lady, trust!— With joy return ;— he will— he must. WeU was it time to seek, afar, Some refuge from impending war, When e'en Clan-Alpine's rugged swarm Are cowed 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 marked at morn how close they ride, Thick moored by the lone islet's side. Like wild-ducks couching in the fen, When stoops the hawk upon the glen. Since this rude race dare not abide The peril on the mainland side, Shall not thy noble father's care Some safe retreat for thee prepare ? '— - X. ELLEN. * No, Allan, no ! Pretext so Wnd My wakeful terrors could not blind. When in such tender tone, yet grave, Douglas a parting blessing gave, The tear that glistened in his eye Drowned not his purpose fixed on high. i' h^. y ^^J ^^ "»•■ CANTO IV.] THE PROPHECY. 91 My soul, though feminine and weak. Can image his ; e'en as the lake, Itself disturbed by slightest stroke,, Keflects the invulnerable rock. u ' He hears report of battle rife, V * "^ He deems himself the cause of strife. I saw him redden, when the theme Turned, Allan, on thine idle dream Of Malcolm Grceme in fetters bound, -nS ' hou saidst, about him wound. OS n^I V^''''' ^'^ ^'^^^^ ^'^'"e omen aught ? On no ! twas apprehensive thought For the kind youth-for Roderick too^ (Let me be just) that friend so true : In danger both, and in our cause ' Minstrel, the Couglas dare not pause. Why else that solemn warning given ivu"''\°° ^""'^^^ '^^ "I'-^^t '" heaven!" Why else, to Cambus-kenneth's fane. It eve return him not again, Am I to hie, and make me known ? Alas ! he goes to Scotland's tlirone, Buys his friend's safety with his own ;~ n t , i He goes to do-what I have done, JnnM -^^^^ ^^ Had Douglas' daughter been his son !^ XI. 'Nay, lovely Ellen .'-dearest, nay! r ,, If aught should his return delay/ kV^^ He only named yon holv fane ^H '^ As fitting place to meet' again. Be sure he's safe ; and for the Gr^me- Heaven s blessing on his gallant name !— My visioned sight may yet prove true, Nor bode of ill to him or you. When did my gifted dream beguile ? 1 tunk of the stranger at the isle. And think upon the harpings slow. That presaged this approaching woe I booth was my prophecy of fear ; Believe it when it augurs cheer. Would we had left this dismal spot I in luck still haunts a fairv (rmt 4( 'is 92 M W- •^'/i THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto iv. Of such a wondrous tale I know — Dear lady, change that look of woe, My harp was wont thy grief to cheer.' — ELLEN. * Well, be it as thou wilt ; I hear, But cannot stop the bursting tear/ The Minstrel tried his simple art, But distant far was Ellen's heart. XIL Sallab. ALICE BRAND. Merry it is in the good greenwood, When the mavis and merle are singing, ff/' M^^ I When the mavis and merle are singing, ♦?• ' ' When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing. * O Alice Brand, my native land Is lost for love of you ; And we must hold by wood and wold, As outlaws wont to do. O Alice, 'twas all for thy locks so bright, And 'twas all for thine eyes so blue. That, on the night of our luckless flight, Thy brother bold I slew. * Now must I teach to hew the beech, The hand that held the glaive. For leaves to spread our lowly bed, And stakes to fence our cave. * And for vest of pa41. thy fingers small, That wont on harp to stray, A cloak must sheer from the slaughtered To keep the cold away. - * O Richard ! if my brother died, 'Twas but a fatal chance ; For darkling was the battle tried, . •' " And fortune sped the lance. deer CANTO IV.] THE PROPHECY. * If paii and vair no more I wear, or thou the crimson shp«n, As warm, we'll say, is the n .set gray, A' 5ay the forest-green. * And, Richard, if our 1^ hard. And lost thy native land, Still Alice has her own Richard, And he his, Alice Brand.' XIII. BALLAD CONTINUED. '"^o "J^r7' *t's merry, in good greenwood, So bhthe Lady Alice is singing ; T ^H t^.^?^^'^ P'*^de, and oak's brown side. L,orcI Richard's axe is ringing. Up spoke the moody Elfin King, Who woned within the hill- Like wind in the porch of a ruined church His voice was ghostly shrill. * Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak, Our moonlight circle's screen ? Or who CO >ies here to chase the deer, Belovea of our Elfin Queen ? Or who may dare on wold to wear The fairies' fatal green ? * Up, Urgan, up ! to yon mortil hie, For thou wert christened r i ; For cross or sign thou wilt no fly. For muttered word or ban. 'Lay on him the curse of the withered heart The curse of the sleepless eye ; Till he wish and pray that his life would part. Nor yet find leave to die.' XIV. BALLAD CONTINUED. T^ merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood, Though the birds have stilled their singing: The evening blaze doth Alice raise. And Richard is fagots bringing. \^ l¥.'t , IMAGE EVALUATEON TEST TARGET (MT-3) V ^ ^ iio ,*x. (./ /. .'f^^ .. m.s < ^ ^^^ i/.x i/.. \\j |S2 I.I 1.25 121 12.5 i.4 22 2.0 1.8 1.6 V] 1 <^'^^. o ■c^l ^ > cW .V /A Photographic Sdences Corporation 73 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 ringing. ■en. XVI. Just as the minstrel sounds were staid, A stranger climbed the steepy glade; « His martial step, his stately mien. His hunting suit of Lincoln green. His ergle glance, remembrance claims— Tis Snowdoun's Knight, 'tis James Fitz-James H-Uei) beheld as in a d^ream. Then, starting, scarce suppressed a scream : * O stranger ! in such hour of fear. What evil hap has brought thee here ? *— * An evil bap how can it be, That bids me look again on thee ? By promise bound, my former guide Met me betimes this morning tide, And marshalled, over bank and bourne, The happy path of my return.'— — ■ ■PW— 96 ' THE LALY OF THE LAKE, [canto iv. * The happy path !— what ! said he nought Of war of battle to be fought, Of guarded pass ? ' — • No, by my faith ! Nor ^vf, I aught could augur scathe.' — * O l^:e thee, Allan, to the kern, ""^^ er his tartans I discern ; r.fllPtbOM his purpose, and conjure That hewill guide the stranger sure I— What prompted thee, unhappy man ? The meanest serf in Roderick's clan Had not been bribed by love or fear, Unknown to him to guide thee here.* — XVII. * Sweet Ellen, dear my Hfe must be, Since it is worthy care from thee ; Yet life I hold but idle breath. When love or he lour's weighed with death. Then let me profit by my chance, And speak my purpose bold at once. I come to bear thee from a wild. Where ne'er before such blossom smiled ; By this soft hand to lead thee far Trpm frantic scenes of feud and war. Nea| Bochastle my horses wait ; Th(4^bear us soon to Stirling gate. I'll place thee in a lovely bower, I'll guard thee like a tender flower ' — — * O ! hush, Sir Knight ! 'twere female art, To say I do not read thy heart ; Too much, before, my selfish ear Was idly soothed my praise to hear. That fatal bait hath lured thee back. In deathful hour, o'er dangerous track ; And how, O how, can I atone The wreck my vanity brought on ! — One ws.y remains — I'll tell him all — Yes ! struggling bosom, forth it shall ! Thou, whose light folly bears the blame, Buy thine own pardon with thy shame ! But first — my father is a man Outlawed and exiled, under bany CANTO iv.l THE PROPHECY. '>Wv 4^«'' ■?r The price of blood Is on his head Fit.Ja.es ther?isTn'o,t^^^^^^^^^ the truth! aZ • ^ '" '-exposed for me And mme to dread extremity- Thou hast the secret of my heart • Forgive, be generous, and^deparli* XVIII. 97 A ladv? fiirT ^""^'y ""'^y tram A lady s fickle heart to Min. ?h reThot'no"? ^"'/^^' ''^'^ ^afn. To Jf u "° ^'^"^e ^^om Ellen's eve I?£-S ^'' '*'/^^^'''* «Peec:h the lie r In maiden confidence she stocrl ' ISd'tlfdr In' " -^f ^ ^^^^'^"'^e blood, ^na told her love with such a >:rh Of deep and hopeless agony, " As death had sealed her M/lroi.v,. - AndshesatsorrowUoni:iitmb."°°™' Ho^.- vanished from Fitz-James's eve gut not with ho,.e fled sympaUiy ^ ' H^ proffered to attend her sfdef* As brother would a sister guide - ' O • httle know'st thou Roderick's h*»,rf » St/ste th^' - P apartr'^Si' '?'*-l if *u ^^^^' ^"^ ^'"O"^ Allan learii^ H thou mayst trust yon wily kem/ With hand upon his forehead laid The conflict of his mind to shade ' A parting step or two he made ; 1 hen, as some thought had cro«Pr? h;. u • He paused, and turn^ed, and camrag^'L^'^'"^ XIX. * Hear, lady;, yet, a parting word ^— Prestved^L" "it' *^^ "^^^ POor sword Preserved the hfe of Scotland's lord This ring the grateful monarch gave And bade, when I had boon to iZ% 9« THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto iv. To bring it back, and boldly claim The recompense that I would name. Ellen, I am no courtly lord, But one who lives by lance and sword, Whose castle is his helm and shield, .His lordship the embattled field. What from a prince can I demand, Who neither reck of state nor land ? Ellen, thy hand— the ring is thine ; Each guard and usher knows the sign. Seek thou the king without delay ; This signet shall secure thy wav ; And claim thy suit, whate'er it be, As ransom of his pledge to me.' He placed the golden circlet on, Paused— kissed her hand— and then was gone. The aged Minstrel stood aghast. So hastily Fitz-James shot past. He joined his guide, and wendmg down The ridges of the mountain brown. Across the stream they ^.ook their way, That joins Loch Katrine to Achray. XX. All in the Trosachs' glen was still. Noontide was sleeping on the biH = Sudden his guide whooped loud and high— « Murdoch ! was that a signal cry ? '— He stammered forth—* I shout to scare Yon raven from his dainty fare.' He looked— he knew the raven's prey. His own brave steed :— * Ah, gallant gray ! For thee— for me, perchance— 'twere well We ne'er had seen the Trosachs' dell.— Murdoch, move first— but silently ; Whistle or whoop, and thou shalt die I Jealous and sullen on they fared. Each silent, each upon his guard. XXL Now wound the path its dizzy ledge Around a precipice's edge, !'>#«*' CANTO iv.j THE PROPHECY. When lo ! a wasted female form, Blighted bv wrath of sun and storm, J n tattered weeds and wild array Stood on a cliff beside the way And glancing round her restles's eye. Upon the wood, the rock, the sky Seenied nought to mark, yet all to spy. Her brow was wreathed with gaudy broom ; With gesture wild she waved I plume Of feathers, which the eagles flino' ro crag and cliff from dusky win? ; Such spoils her desperate step had sought, Where scarce was footing for the goat. The tartan plaid she first descried, J And shrieked till all the rocks replied : -^^^^ As loud she laughed when near they drew, For then the Lowland garb she knew ; And then her hands she wildly wrun^r, And then she wept, and then she sung- She sung!-the voice, in better time. Perchance to harp or lute might chime ; R^ "° m'J^''"^^ ^^""^'"^^ ^»d roughened, still Rung wildly sweet to dale and hill. 99 XXII. TU ,U.J . SONG. They bid me sleep, they bid me pray, I Z ^^.'7 "">" ^'■^''^ ^« warped and wrung- I cannot sleep on Highland brae, ^ I cannot pray in Highland tongue. But were i now where Allan glides. Or heard my native Devan's tides So sweetly would I rest, and prav That heaven would close my wintry day. 'Twas thus my hair they bade me braid, They made me to the church repair ; It was my bridal morn, they said, ' And mv true love would meet me there But woe betide the cruel guile, That drowned in blood the morning smile I . ^oni"^"^ ^i'^^ '^^ ^^''y dream ! " ' ronly waked to sob and scream. H'i^.j^i t^ **v^ rt#(i 7 f^ THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto iv. XXIIL < Who is this maid ? what means her lay ? She hovers o'er the hollow way, And flutters wide her mantle gray, As the lone heron spreads his wing. By twilight, o'er a haunted spring.'— «'Tis Blanche of Devan,' Murdoch said, * A crazed and captive Lowland maid, Ta'en on the morn she was a bride, When Roderick forayed Devan-side. The gay bridegroom resistance made. And felt our Chief's unconquered blade. I marvel she is now at large. But oft she 'scapes from Maudlin's charge. — Hence, brain-sick fool ! '—He raised his bow:— * Now, if thou strik'st her but one blow, I'll pitch thee from the cliff as far As ever peasant pitched a bar ! ' « Thanks, champion, thanks ! ' the Maniac cned, And pressed her to Fitz-James's side. * See the gray pennons I prepare, To seek my true-love through the air ! I will not lend that savage groom. To break his fall, one downy plume I No ! — deep amid disjointed stones, The wolves shall batten on his bones, And then shalthis detested plaid. By bush and brier in mid air staid, -Wave forth a banner fair and free, Meet signal for their revelry/ — XXIV. ' Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still ! ' — < O ! thou look'st kindly, and I will.— Mine eye has dried and wasted been. But still it loves the Lincoln green ; And, though mine ear is all unstrung, Still, still it loves the Lowland tongue. < For O my sweet William was forester true, He stole poor Blanche's heart away ! His coat it was all of the greenwood hue. And so blithely he trilled the Lowland lay ! \JU^ CANTO IV.] THE PROPHECY. 'It was not that I meant to ten.... But thou art wise, and guessest well.' IJ7''".aiowandbroLntone, And hurried note, the song went on. Still on the Clansmpn, fearfully, She fixed her. apprehensive eye: Then turned it on the Knight, aid then Her look glanced wildly o'er the glen! XXV. * It was a stag, a stag of ten, Ueanng his branches sturdilv He came stately down the glen, ' Ever sing hardily, hardily. * It was there he met with a wounded doe She was bleeding deathfully ; ^' She warned him of the toils be ow O, so faithfully, faithfully ! ' * He^had an eye and he could heed, Ever sing warily, warily ; He had a foot, and he could speed- Hunters watch so narrowly.* XXVI. Fitz-James's mind was passion-to«Prl When Ellen's hints and fearfwere lost • 5nd ^r'^^ifV^ ^'^^"t suspiciorwrought And Blanche's song conviction broult^ Rn. H ^ ^/i^g that spies the snare. But lion of the hunt aware He waved at once his blade on high 'Disclose thy treachery, or die ! '^^ Forth at full speed the" Clansman flew But in his race his bow he drew/ * iot rmm loa THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto tv. The shaft jnst arnrvA Fitz-J.uncs's crest, And thrillc?ain.— I waver still,— () (iod | more bright Let reason beam her oarting light I— O 1 by thy knichthood's honoured sign, And for thy life preserved by mine, when thou shall see a darksome man, Who boasts him Chief of Alpine's clan, With tartans broad and shadowy plume, And hand of blood, and brow of gloom, lie thy heart bold, thy weapon strong, And wreak |)oor Blanche of Uevan's wrong I— They watch for thee bv pass and fell . . . Avoid the path . . . O God I . . . farewell. XXVIII. A kindly heart had brave Fitz-James ; Fast poured his eves at pity's claims, And now, with mingled grief and ire, He saw the murdered maid expire. * God, in my nccil, be my relief. As I wreak this on yonder Chief !' A lock from Blanche's tresses fair He blended with her bridegroom's hair ; The mingled braid in blood he dyed, And placed it on his bonnet-side : 'By Him, whose word is truth I I swear, No other favour will I wear, Till this sad token I imbrue In the best blood of Roderick Dhu I —But hark! what means yon faint halloo? The chase is up— but they shall know, 1 he stag at bay's a dangerous foe.' Barred from the known but guarded way, Ihrough copse and cliffs Fitz-James must stray. ^ And oft must change his desperate track, By stream and precipice turned back. Heartless, fatigued, and faint, at length, from lack of food and loss of strength, W -iX , t04 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto iV. He couched him in a thicket hoar, And thought his toils and perils o'er: — • Of all my rash adventures past, This frantic feat must prove the last ! Who e'er so mad but might have guessed, That all this Highland hornet's nest Would muster up in swarms so soon As e'er they heard of bands at Doune ? Like bloodhounds now they search me out — Hark, to the whistle and the shout 1 — > If farther through the wilds I go, J only fall upon the foe : I '11 couch me here till evening gray, Then darkling try my dangerous way.* XXIX. The shades of eve come slowly down, The woods are wrapt in deeper brown. The owl awakens ffom her dell. The fox is heard ujjon the fell ; Enough remains of gh'mmering light To guide the wanderer's steps aright, Yet not enough from far to shew His figure to the watchful foe. With cautious step, and ear awake. He climbs the crag and threads the brake ; And not the summer solstice, there, Tempered the midnight mountain air, But every breeze, that swept the wold, Benumbed his drenched limbs with cold. In dread, in danger, and alone, Famished and chilled, through ways unknown, Tangled and steep, he journeyed on ; Till, as a rock's huge point he turned, A watch-fire close before him burned. XXX. Beside its embers red and clear. Basked, in his plaid, a mountaineer ; And up he sprung with sword in hand — * Thy name and purpose ! Saxon, stand ! ' — CANTO IV.J UE PROPHECY. 105 * A stranger.'—' What dost thou require ? '— - * Rest and a puide, and food and fire. My life's beset, my path is lost, The gale has chilled my limbs with frost.' — * Art thou a friend to Roderick ?'— ' No.'— 'Thou darest not call thyself a foe ? ' — * I dare ! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand.' — ' Hold words !— but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend. Who ever recked, where, how, or when. The prowling fox was trapped or slain ? Thus treacherous scouts — yet sure they He, Who say thou camest a secret spy ? ' — * They do, by heaven !— Come Roderick Dhu, And of his clan the boldest two, And let me but tilt morning rest, I write the falsehood on their crest.'— * If by the blaze T mark aright. Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight.'— * Then by these tokens mayst thou know Each proud oppressor's mortal foe.' — ' Enough, enough ; sit down and share A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare.' XXXI. He gave him of his Highland cheer, The hardened flesh of mountain deer ; Dry fuel on the fire he laid. And bade the Saxon share his plaid. He tended him like welcome guest. Then thus his further speech addressed : — * Stranger, I am to Roderick Dhu, A clansman born, a kmsman true ; Each word against his honour spoke. Demands of me avenging stroke ; Yet more — upon my late, 'tis said, A mighty augury is laid. It rests with me to wind my horn — Thou art with numbers overborne } .^- •'*'#' ^H' ,06 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. [cANto iv. It rests with me, here, brand to brand, Worn as thou art, to bid thee stand : But, not for clan, nor kindred's cause, Will 1 depart from honour's laws ; To assail a wearied man were shame, And stranger is a holy name ; Guidance and rest, and food and hre, In vain he never must require. Then rest thee here till dawn of day ; Myself will guide thee on the way, O'er stock and stone, through watch and warC, Till past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard, As far as Coilantogle's ford ; ^ From thence thy warrant is thy sword. — ♦ 1 take thy courtesy, by Heaven, As freely as 'tis nobly given ! '— ' * Well, rest thee ; for the bittern's cry Sin s us the lake's wild lullaby.' With that he shook the gathered heath, And spread his plaid upon the wreath •, And the brave foemen, side by side, Lay peaceful down like brothers tried, And slept until the dawning beam Purpled the mountain and the stream. ! if" ""I 04 '•■^^ - '^ i'^ \ 1' - -^. \ n-f ^Vv'^^r^^^^-"^ \j^ fV ^rrv^Kki Ww^-^\ THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO FIFTH. ®l)e Combat. I. 'AIR as the earliesfbeam of eastern light, When first, l?y the bewildered pilgrim spied, It smiles upon the dreary brow of night, i*^ And si^^^grs o^ the torrent's foaming tide, -i ^ And lights the fearful path on mountain side ; F^ir as that beam, although the fairest far, Giving to hoiror grace, to danger pride, Shine martial Faith, and Courtesy's bright star, Through all the wreckful storms that cloud the brow of War. .fj^^ 11. That early beam, so fair and sheen, "^ ' Was twinkling through the hazeTscreen, When, rousing at its glimmer red, The warriors left their lowly bed, Looked out upon the dappled sky, Muttered their soldier matins by. Anld then awaked their fire, to steal, i, / . As short and rude, their soldier meal. /WVw, M^mii That Q^r, the Gael around him threw His graceful plaid of varied hue. And, true to promise, led the way, By thicket green and mountain gray. Ill 1W iP** XX2 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. [caKToV. A wildering paih ! — they winded now Along the precipice's brow, Commanding the rich scenes beneath, The wirmings of the Forth and Teith And all the vales between that lie, . Till Stirling's turrets melt in sky ; I 4M Then, suok in copse, their farthest glance ,, k^i Gained not the length of horseman's lance, ' J *Twas oft so steep, the foot was fain Assistance from the hand to gain ; So tangled oft, that, buciting through, Each hawthorn shed her showers of dew — That diamond dew, so pure and clear. It rival's all biLt Beauty's tear ! in. At lengtn they came where, stern and steep, The hill sinks down upon the deep. Here Vennachar in sib^r flows, * There, ridge on ridge, Ben^edi rose •, Ever the hollow path twined on. Beneath steep bank and threatening stone ; An hundred men might hold the post With hardihood against a host. The rugged mountain's scanty cloak Was dwarfish shrubs of birch ar^oak. With shingles bare, and cliffs between, And patches bright of bracken green, And heather black, that waved so high. It held the copse in rivalry. ^ - But where the lake slept deep and still, "^^■^Tf ^ JDaak osiers fringed the swamp and hill j ^^'tW- And oft both path and hill were torn, vK ' Where wintry torrents down had borne, And heaped upon the cumbered land Its wreck of gravel, rocks, and sand. So toilsome was the road totrace, The guide, abating of his pace, Led slowly through the pass's jaws, And asked Fitz-James, by what strange cause, He sought these wilds, traversed by few. >v. *Vy/^jw^ OJtd (jJi fii /yiHA/vu^ „J^' ,J^' ,^- CANTO v.] THE COMBAT. IV. "3 'Brave Gael, my pass, in danger tried, Hangs :n my belt, and by my side ; Yet, sooth to tell,' the Saxon said, J, * I dreamt not now \o claim its aid. 6^^-^^Pi^ When here, but three days since, I came, ''* Bewildered in pursuit of game, ^//,, All seemed as peaceful and as still As the mist slumbering on yon hill ; ' Thy dangerous Chief was then afar, Nor soon expected back from war. Thus said, at least, my mountain-guide, Though deep perchance the villain lied.'— * Yet why a second venture try .? '— * A warrior thou, and ask me why !— Moves our free course by such fixed cause, As gives the poor mechanic laws ? Enough, I sought to drive away 1 he lazy hours of peaceful day ; Slight cause will then suffice to guide A Knight's free footsteps far and wide— A falcon flown, a greyhound strayed. The merry glance of mountain maid: Or, if a path be dangerous known. The danger's self is lure alone.'— V. *Thy secret keep, I urge thee not;— Yet, ere again ye sought this spot. Say, heard ye not of Lowland war, Against Clan-Alpine, raised by Mar?' -- • No, by my word ;~of bands prepared To guard King James's sports I heard ; Nor doubt I aught, but, when they hear This muster of the mountaineer, Their pennons will abroad be flunff. a^'//' ^d fO ? -a-tv C^iiw* J^fee 5?e they flung T— as free shall wave Ciaa-Alpinc's pine in banner brave. XI4 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto V. .^^^<--^ v)^' But, Stranpjer, peaceful since you came, • Bewildered in the mountain game, +* 5 Whence the bold boast by which you shew .V , VVich-Alpine's vowed and mortal foe ? ' "^ Q * Warrior, but yester-morn, I knew Nought of thy Chieftain, Roderick Dhu, Save as an outlawed desperate man, The chief of a rebellious clan, ^ Who, in the Regent's c6urt and sight, 9'At^ And from the robber rend tlie prey ? Ay, by my soul !— While on yon plain The Saxon rears one shock of grain ; While, of ten thousand herds, there strays But one along yon river's maze— ''Vc'^^ > The Gael, of plain anTriverlTeir, Shall, with strong hand, redeem his share Where live the mountain Chiefs who hijld V^^ That plundering Lowland field and fold Is aught but retribution true ? Seek other cause 'gainst Roderick Dhu.' VIII. Answered Fitz-James— ' A nd, if I sought, Thmk'st thou no other could be brought ? What deem ye of my path waylaid ? My life given o'er to ambuscade ? '— * As of a meed to rashness due : Hadst thou sent warning fair and true I seek my hound, or falcon strayed, I seek, good faith, a Highland maid^ \A.-\ *J.-^Ov 1x6 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto v. Free hadst thou been to come and go ; But secret path marks secret foe. Nor yet, for this, even as a spy, Hadst thou, unheard, been doomed to die, Save to fulfil an augury.' • Well, let it pass ; nor will I jiow Fresh cause of enmity avow. To chafe thy mood and cloud thy brow. Enough, I am by promise tied To match me with this man of pride : Twice have I sought Clan-Alpine's glen In peace ; but when 1 come agen, I come with banner, brand, and bow, As leader seeks his mortal foe. For love-lorn swain, in lady's bower, Ne'er panted for the appointed hour. As I, until before me stand This rebel Chieftain and his band ! * il^JMM^ ^ IX. Jpi' V * Have, then, thy wish ! '—he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill; Wild a:> the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets, and spears, and bended bows j On right, on left, above, below. Sprung up at once the lurking foe ; From shingles gray their lances start. The bracken bush sends forth the dart, The rushes and the willow-wand Are bristling into axe and brand. And every tuft of broom gives life T«jij$)laided warrior armed for strife. j^^hat whistle garrisoned the glen iij^T At once with full five hundred men, ^ ^ As-jf t he yawning hill to heaven y*^ A subterranean host had given. Watching their leader's beck and will. All silent there they stood, and still. 'L\k^ the !»;.;jse crags whose threatening mass Lav .' ili/lnfr \Ver the hollow pass, V. di cUmJ^ .U yv4^\L JviA" I ij i| f ¥9m°'\ I UJl CANtO V.) THE COMBAT. Uf As if an infant's touch could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain-side they hung. The Mountaineer cast glance of pride Along Benledi's living side, Then fixed his eye and sable brow Full on Fitz-James— ' How say'st thou now ? These are Clan-Alpine's warriors true ; And, Saxon— I am Roderick Dhu ! ' aJl'^^ X. Fitz-James was brave :— Though to his heart The life-blood thrilled with sudden start, He manned himself with dauntless air, Returned the Chief his haughty stare. His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — 'Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.' Sir Roderick marked— and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their stoel. Short space he stood— then waved his hand ; Down sunk the disappearing band ; Each warrior vanished where he stood. In broom or bracken, heath or wood ; Sunk brand, and spear, and bended bow. In o^rs pale and copses low; It seemed as if their mother Earth Had swallowed up her warlike birth. The wind's last breath had tossed in air, PeniiOn, and pla]_d, and plumage fair— The next but sw^pt a lone lilU-side, Where heath and fern were waving wide : The sun's last glance was glinted back, From spear and glaive, from targe and lack— -V lis Hi vi, au unreueccca, snone On bracken green, and cold gray stone ii8 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto v. XL Fitz-James looked round — yet scarce believed The witness t'at liis sight received ; Such apparition well might seem Delusion of a dreadful dream. Sir Roderick in suspense hejeyed, And to his look the Chief replied, * Fear nought — nay, that I need not say — But— doubt not aught from mine array. Thou art my guest : — I pledged my word As far as Coilantogle ford : Nor would I call a clansman's brand For aid against one valiant hand, Though on our strife lay every vale Rent by the Saxon from the Gael. So move we on ;— I only meant To shew the reed on which you leant, Deeming this path you might pursue Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.' They moved ; — I said Fitz-James was brave^ As ever knight that belted glaive ; Yet dare not say, that now his blood ,' Kept on its wont and tempered flood, ^S As, following Roderick's stride, he drew That seeming lonesome pathway through, ^ Which yet, by fearful proof, was rife W.f'^; With lances, that, to take his life, ' Waited but signal from a guide, So late dishonoured and defied. Everj by stealth, his eye sought round The vanished guardians of the ground, And still, from copse and heather deep, Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep, And in the plover's shrilly strain. The signal whistle heard again. \ Nor breathed he free till far behind The pass was left ; for then they wind Along a wide and level green. Where neither tree nor tuft was seen. v^ To hide a bonnet or a spear. J-6 ■ I /fly CC\ycLil4 w4i ( M> 4k MKaJt. ^li. J\ ^*^e.4c yi /i^. i/ I .x/f »■? iX^ V''\ M' 'h-..iX- Zik ^-e■ / if r^ : -< .fW ■ 9?- :.^./c^^ >'*//"/'• CANTO V.J THE COMBAf . Xlt. 119 »^' The Ch;ef in silence strode before, And reached that torrent's sounding shore, Which, daughter of three mighty lakes, From Vennachar in silver break's, Sweep- through the plain, and ceaseless minei On Bocastle the mouldering lines, Where Rome, the Empress of the world. Of yore her eagle wings unfurled : And here his course the Chieftain staid, Threw down his target and his plaid, And to the Lowland warrior said :- * Bold Saxon ! to his promise^jii&t, i-Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust. - This murderous Chief, this ruthless man, This head of a rebellious clan, . Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward, fjf\.( Far past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard. Xv '* \Now, mau to man, and steel to steel, ^ .•tv-v^.-w^.? "/V^x- /t.AK,'/^-^'''*^*'^ A Chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel. See, here, all vantageless I stand. Armed, like thyself, with single brand : For this is Coilantogle ford, And thou must keep thee with thy sword.* XIII. The Saxon paused : — * I ne'er delayed, When foeman bade me draw my blade ; Nay more, brave Chief, I vowed thy death : Yet sjjre thy fair and generous faith. And my deep debt for life oreserved, A better mcied have well deserved : Can nought but blood our feud atone ? Are there no means ? — ' No, Stranger, none! And hear — to ^ thy flagging zeal — The Saxon cause rests on thy steel: For thus spoke Fate, by prophet bred Between the living and the dead ; " Who spills the foremost foeman's life. His party conquers in the strife." * — * Then, by my word,' the Saxon said, * Thy riddle is alreadj read. : :n .5 120 tHE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto v. Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff- There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff Thus Fate has solved her prophecy, Then yield to Fate and not to me. To James, at Stirling, let us go, "When, if thou wilt be still his foe, Or if the King shall not agree To grant thee grace and favour free, I plight mine honour, oath, and word, That, to thy native str ength s restored, With each advantage shalt thou stand. That aids thee now to guard thy land.' XIV. Dark lighljaiiig flashed from Roderick's eye— ■ * Soars thy presumption, then, so high, Because a wretched keni ye slew. Homage to name^o Roderick Dhu? He yields not, he, to man nor Fate ! Thou add'st but fuel to my hate :— My clansman's blood demands revenge. — Not yet prepared ? — By heaven, I change My thought, and hold thy valour light As that of some vain carpet knight, Who ill deserved my courteous care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.' — — * I thank thee, Roderick, for the word ! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell ! and, ruth, begone ! Yet think not that by thee alone. Proud Chief ! can courtesy be sliewn ; Though not from copse, or heath, otLcajrn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern. Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt to hilt' Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, ^^ /f(u^ ct ^ ^^^^M ^'>^^:^ y U..^ ^ u^^-ij^e-. ■lii. ' ! I *f . ,p'? ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^l^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^l , 4__- -.. ■ i ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^1 ■>t OavcA^ iyvi^to 1 It-u/iI"^ ^(^•\r f>vv ITO V. /^ ^ii^'^'('^ ! t \ ix CANTO v.] THE COMBAT. "3 Two who bear lance, and two who lead, By loosened rein, a saddled steed; Each onward held his headlong; course, And by Fitz-James reined up his horse— With wonder viewed the bloody spot— * Exclaim not, gallants ! question not You, Herbert and Luffness, alight, And bind the wounds of yonder knight ; Let the gray paJicey bear his weight, We destined for a fairer freight, And bring him on to Stirling straight ; I will before at better speed. To seek fresh horse and fitting weed. C3^-/A*.'>. ' ..y The sun rides high ;— I must be boune, — >/ To see the archer game at noon ; But lightly Bayard clears the lea.— De Vaux and Herries, follow me. XVIII. * Stand, Bayard, stand ! '— the steed obeyed, With arching neck and bended head. And glancing eye and quivering ear, As if he loved his lord to hear. No foot Fitz-James in stirrup staid. No grasp upon the saddle laid. But wreathed his left hand in the mane, And lightly bounded from the plain. Turned on the horse his armed heel, And stirred his courage with the steel. Bounded the fiery steed in air, The rider sate erect and fajr, .^^.^ lit^.,^,4v 1 nen like a bolt from steel croSsbow forth launched, along: the plain they go. They dashed that rapid torrent through, And up Carhonie's hill they flew ; Still at the gallop pricked the Knight, His merry-men followed as they might. Along thy banks, swift Teith ! they ride. And in the race they mock thy tide ; Torry and Lendrick now are past, And Deanstown lies behind them cast ; Jhey rise, the bannered towers of Doune They sink in distant wnodland soon * 124 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto v. Bhiir-Drummond sees the hoofs strike fire, They sweep like breeze through Ochtertyre; They mark just gUmcc and disappear The lofty brow of ancient Kier ; They bathe their courser's* sweltering sides, Dark F'orth ! amid thy sluggish tides, And on the opposing shore take g; ound. With plash, with scramble, and with bound. Right-hand they leave thy cliffs, Craig-Forth I And soon the bulwark of the North, Gray Stirling, with her towers and town, Upon their fleet career looked down. XLX. As up the flinty path they strained, Sudden his steed the leader reined ; A signal to his squire he flung. Who instant to his stirrup sprung: — * Seest thou, De Vaux, yon wooclsman gray Who town-ward holds the rocky way, Of stature tall and poor array ? Mark'st thou the firm, yet active stride. With which he scales the mountain-side ? Know'st thou from whence he comes, or wh^m ?* * No, by my word ; — a burly gro_om He seems, who in the field or cliase A baron's train would nobly grace.' — 'Out, out, De Vaux ! can fear supply, And jealousy, no sharper eye ? Afar, ere to the hill he drew. That stately form and step I knew ; Like form m Scotland is not seen. Treads not such step on Scottish green. *Tis James of Douglas, by Saint Serle 1 The uncle of the banished Earl. Away, away, to court, to shew The near approach of dreaded foe . The King must stand upon his guard ; Douglas and he must meet prepared.' Then right-hand wheeled their steeds, ana straight They won the castle's postern gate. C^ .4^ O V. II! \- X Y'/j *r\^ i light I ii mii'i iiii ,| ii i ii rf'-'^7"- i i. .w HI CANTO V.J THE COMBAT. XX. '25 The Douglas, who had bent his wavr From Cambus-Kenneth's abbey ^a^v Now, as he climbed the rocky shel/' A nrjinn ^.^''"^."^y ^ears could frame- A Tl^"^*^^'^^ *^e noble Grsme ' And fiery Roderick soon will fTef The vengeance of the royal steel h only I, can ward their fate-! 5r ?u\" * *^^ ^^nsom come not hte » _-Be pardoned one repining tear f '"~~ And now my business is-to die. Af,,"" 'he noblest ofte1r„d "''' ^°""''' PreoarP fnt r? ,' "° nameless tomb Makes .he F.L^^^Sf ste?p e^^, ?"' James will be therp • ^1 1 ^ to-day. Where the Vnr!^ ' ^^ ^P""^^ ^uch show. Whose force so offTn^i;''"''"'' ''y'^^^> His bo,ish^:„re^',rdTo%^;a?s^f' , is rei?''- ss 126 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto v. XXL * The Castle gates were open jflung, The quivering drawbridge rocked and run"-, And echoed loud the flinty street * Beneath the courser's clattering feet, As slowly down the steep descent Fair Scotland's King and nobles went, While all along the crowded way Was jubilee and loud huzza. And ever James was bending low, To his white jennet's saddlebow, VKi';> V Doffipg his cap to city dame, ' yiP ^'"'^^^ ^^^ blushed for pride and shame. And well the simperer might be vain — . He chose the fairest of tlie train. Gravely he greets each city sire, Commends each pageant's quaint attire, Gives to the dancers thanks aloud, And smiles and noes upon the crowd, Who rend the heavens with their acclaims, * Long live the Commons' King, King James V Behmd the King thronged pti^V and knight, And noble dame and damsel bright, Whose fiery steeds ill brooked the stay Of the steep street and crowded way. — But in the train you might discern Dark lowering brow and visage stern ; There nobles mourned their pride restrained, And the mean burgher's joys disdained ; '" And chiefs, who, hostage for their clan. Were each from home a banished man. There thought upon their own grav tower, Their waving woods, their feudal power. And deemed themselves a shameful part Of pageant which they cursed in heart. XXIL Now,"in the Castle-park, drew out » Their chequered bands the joyous rcaiX There morricers, with bell at heel, And blade in hand. tIi«M»- irm, - - - -...—J .--*.-.. •it%^f €s wheel C\^'>.^W^X(X-o '\ Ml 4. II 'P.^"^ V-VIR; (1 ff ■■X\M^ M !VU ——■I ./l( >l / cIq (/J 'n^ vVyv\ *< CANTO v.] THE COMBAT. i^^ i But chief, beside the butts, there stand Bold Robin Hood and all his band— S?^o^"^^ ^'^^ quai^tfiC&taff and cowl, Old Scathelocke with his surly scowl. Maid Marion, fair as ivory bone, Scarlet, and Mutch, and Little John ; Their bugles challenge all that will, In archery to prove their skill. The Douglas bent a bow of might, His first shaft centred in the white, And when in turn he shot again, His second split the first in twain. From the King's hand must I>ouglas take A silver dart, the archer's stake ; Fondly he watched, with watery eye, Some answering glance of sympathy^ No kind emotion made reply ! Indifferent as to archer wi^t, V.'■Tv,rv^a The monarch gave the arrow bright. XXIII. Now, clear the ring] for, hand to hand, 1 he manly wrestlers take their stand. Two o'er the rest superior rose. And proud demanded mightier foes, Nor called in vain ; for Douglas came. --For life is Hug.lxof Larbert lame i S^J'"ce better lohji^ Alloa's fare, 1 M.^viNTvS Whom senseless home his comrades bear. j^rize of the wrestling match, the King To Douglas gave a golden ring, While coldly glanced his eye of blue. As frozen drop of wintry dew. Douglas would speak, but in his breast His struggling soul his words suppressed; Indignant then he turned him where Their arms the brawny yeomen bare, To hurl the massive bar in air. When each his utmost strength had shewn. The Douglas rent an earth-fast stone From its deep bed, then heaved it high, ^^ Scut tag fragment through the sky, 127 i 4 •f* 128 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto v. A road beyond the farthest mark ; And still m Stirling's royal pajpk, The gray-haired sires, who know the past, To strangers point the Douglas-cast, And moralise on ihe decay Of Scottish strength in modern day. XXIV. The vale with loud applauses rang, The Ladies' Rock sent back the clang. The King, with look unmoved, bestowed A purse well filled with pieces broad. Indignant smiled the Douglas proud, And threw the gold among the crowd, Who now, with anxious wonder, scan, And sharper glance, the dark gray man ; Till whispers rose among the throng. That heart so free, and hand so strong, Must to the Douglas blood belong ; The old men marked and shook the head, To see his hair with silver spread, And winked aside, and told each son Of fe^ upon the English done. Ere Douglas of the stalwart hand Was exiled from his native land. The women praised his stately form. Though wrecked by many a winter's storm; The youth with awe and wonder saw Ov>, His strength surpassing Nature's law. N ' Thus judged, as is their wont, the crowd, Till murmurs rose to clamours loud. But not a glance from that proud ring Of peers who circled round the King, With Douglas held communion kind, Or called the banished man to mind ; No, not from those who, at the chase, Once held his side the honoured place, Begirt his board, and, in the field, Found safety underneath his shield : For he, whom royal eyes disown. When was his form to courtiers known ! ^^ ■♦'■>*' ~* '■^^ ^ \ oU c^M^s)-^ JWrfy^^Vv^-ArrtO ,.%. ' 'ip 1 p™ irir f f 1 1 I ■■ ij 1 ^^ ij hi' '- ^ 1 III /' , '«:» ^ ■ - ^ n| , t^l i'TlAr V «.- f . / . A CANTO v.] THE COMBAT. XXV. 12^ The Monarch saw the gambols flag, And bade let loose a gallant stag, Whose pride, the holS^ay to cr^jAvn, "'\^^^.K Two favourite greyhounds should pull down, That venison free and Bordeaux wine, Might serve the archery to dine. But Lufra— whom from Douglas' side Nor bribe nor threat could e'er divide, The fleetest hound in all the North- Brave Lufra saw, and darted forth. She left the royal hounds mid-way. And dashing on the antlered piiey, y. . ^kuyvv. Sunk her sharp muzzle in his fla^k, ^ '"^^^'^'^ And deep the flowing life-blood drank. The Kmg's stout huntsman saw the sport By strange intruder broken short, Came up, and, with his leash unbound, In anger struck the noble hound. r-T'ie Douglas had endured, that morn, The Kmg's cold look, the nobles' scorn, And last, and worst to spirit proud, Had borne the pity of the crowd ; But Lufra had been fondly bred. To share his board, to watch his bed, And oft would Ellen, Lufra's neck. In maiden glee, with garlands deck ; They were such playmates, that with name Uf Lufra, Ellen's image came. His stifled wrath is brimming high. In darkened brow and flashing eye • As waves before the b^j^ divide, r>fs- yKWvA'^'^^K The crowd gave way before his stride; V '^ Needs but a buffet and no more. The groom lies senseless in his gore. Such blow no other hand could deal, Though gauntleted in glove of steel. XXVI. Then clamoured loud the royal train, And brandished swords and staves amaio. if i^ ll \i\v^-^^ I ,,4.11 1 130 II THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto V^ But stem the Baron's warning — ' Back I Back on your lives, ye memafpack ! ^v.^'j - Beware the Douglas. Yes ! behold, t King James ! Tlie Douglas, doomed of old, And vainly sought for near and far, A victim to atone the war, A willing victim now attends. Nor craves thy grace but for his friends.' ' Thus is my clemency repaid ? Presumptuous Lord ! ' the Monarch said ; * Of thy mis-proud ambitious clan, Thou, James of Bothwell, wert the man, The only man, in whom a foe My woman mercy would not know : But shall a Monarch's presence brook Injurious blow, and haughty look? — What ho ! the Captain of our Guard 1 Give the offender fitting ward, — Break off the sports ! ' — for tumult rose. And yeoman 'gan to bend their bows — * Break off the sports ! ' he said< and frowned, * And bid our horsemen clear the ground.' xxvn. Then uproar wild and misarray Marred the fair form of festal day. The horsemen pricked amon^ the crowd, Repelled by threats and insult loud ; To earth are borne the old and weak. The timorous fly, the women shriek ; With flint, with shaft, with staff, with bar, The hardier urge tumultuous war. At once round Douglas darkly sweep The royal spears in circle deep, And slowly scale the pathway steep, While on the rear in thunder pour The rabble with disordered roar. With grief the noble Douglas saw The Commons rise against the law, And to the leading soldier said — * Sir John of Hyndford ! 'twas my blade That knighthood on thy shoulder laid; rt/-rA)f* >p l!i' *A> ':'<\'v < \ y v/ ' aXj h^ikA \^^ oyvA . \ • xj l.'v>vVV' W *^^^ N ^y^ • JSi t ^i^e/W ■^■} i'Vt •tv-t '•"1 / Oyi: -///> ■^A^ .c m i.{j-A /\uu'^ Mm A^uC h u 7'/ s//' -^Pt^ 7 7' .^ <-,.ir-|-tv/j; '/ CAiiTo v.] THE COMBAT. y' J (t i/ For that good deed, permit me then A word with these misguided men. ' XXVIII. • HeTe, gentle friends ! ere yet for me, Ye break the bands of fealty. My hfe, my honour, and my cause, I tender free to Scotland's laws. Are these so weak as must require 1 he aid of your misguided ire .? JJr, if I suffer causeless wrono-, Is then my selfish rage so strong. My sense of public weal so low, / 1 hat, for mean vengeance on a foe. Those cords of love I should unbind, 4 . Which knit my count»y and my kind? /»/v/a/ /L/ Oh no ! Believe, in yonder tower^ d^^W6./V 'Tis said, in James of Bothwell's aid These loose banditti stand arrayed. The Earl of Mar, this morn, from Doune, To break their muster marched, and soon Your grace will hear of battle fought ; But earnestly the Earl besought, Till, from such danger he provide, With scanty train you will not ride/ XXXII. 'Thou warn'st me I have done amiss— I should ' ve earlier looked to this : I lost it in this bustling day. — Retrace with speed thv former way, Spare not for spoiling of thy steed, The best of mine shall be thy meed. Say to our faithful. Lord of Mar, We do forbid the intended "war: Roderick, this morn, in single fight, Was made our pcisoper by a knight; And Douglas hath himselt and cause Submitted to our kingdom's laws. The tidfngs of their leaders lost Will soon dissolve the mountain host, Nor would we that the vulgar feel, For their Chief's crimes, avenging steel. Bear Mar our message, Braco ; fly ! ' He turned his steed—' My liege, I hie- Yet, ere I cross this lily lawn, I fear the broadswords will be drawn.' The turf the flying courser spurned, And to his towers the King returned. XXXIiI. Ill with King James's mood that day. Suited gay feast and minstrel lay ; Soon were dismissed the courtly throng, And soon cut short the festal song. Nor leas upon the saddened town The evening sunk in sorrow down. The burghers spoke of civil iar. Of rumoured feuds and mountain war, -^ -K i34 tkfe LADY OF THfe LAKE. [cAN^b V. Of Moray, Mar, and Roderick Dhu, n All up in arms :--the Douglas too, ^^(J^*^-^^^^'''*^ They mourned him pent within the hold ' Whei-G stout Earl William was of old.' And thoro his word the speaker staid, And finger on his lip he laid, Or pointed to his dagger blade. But jaded horsemen, from the west, At evening to the Castle pressed ; And busy talkers said they bore Tidings of fight on Katrine's shore ; At noon the deadly fray begun, Ahd lasted till the set of sun. Thus giddy rumour shook the town, Till closed the Night her pennons brown. \i' \ :b V. vvjjyv*^ vT//' l^ti^i^^/ ^-^^ '■h^t / \ .\ THE LADY OF TH£ LAKE. CANTO SIXTH. ®l)e (Sttarb-fioom. I. T"n/!l"' 5^^^ej^Jng. through the smoky air X Of the dark city casts a sullen glance. Rousing etch caitiff to his task of caPe. \ Of sinful man the sad inheritance ; «, Summoning revellers from the lagging danc^' Scaring the prowling robber to his Sen ; ' Gilding on battled to-.ver the warder's lance AnH luT-""? '^""^^"^ P^^^ to leave his pei, And yield his drowsy eyes to the kind nuVse of men. What various scenes, and, O ! what scenes of woe Are witnessed by that red and struggling beTm' The fevered patient, from his pallet low, ^M ' Tht .?"^^ ""'"^^^^ ^°'P^*^^ be-holds its strlam ; ^/"ITl^ "'^'^^'^ trembles at its gleam, ' a ,^ The debtor wakes to thought of |yve and jail P ' The love-lorn wretch starts from to?ienting dream- ^ _The wakeful mother, by the ^limmerin^ ^Z ' xxnu. ncr sicK infant's couch, and soothe! .is feeble wail. 135 k i3^ tttE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto vi IL At dawn the towers of Stirling rang With soldier-step and weapon-clang, While drums, with rolling note, foretell Relief to weary sentinel. Through narrow loop and casement barred The sunbeams sought the Court of Guard, r, , And, struggling with the smoky air, Deadened the torches' yellow glare. In comfortless alliance shone The lights through arch of blackened stone, And shewed wild she -tes in garb of war, Faces deformed with oeard and scar. All haggard from the midnight watch. And fevered with the stern debauch ; For the oak, table's massive board. Flooded with wine, with fragments stored. And beakers drained, and cups o'erthrown, Shewed in what sport the night had flown. * (Some, weary, snored on floor and bench ; sSome laboured still their thirst to quench ; ^ome, chilled with watching, spread their hands O'er the huge chimney's dying brands, While round them, or beside them flung, At every~slep tlieir harness rung. in. These drew not for their fields the sword, Like tenants of a feudal lord. Nor owned the patriarchal claim, Of Chieftain in their leader's name; Adventurers they, from far who roved, ^«i. rtAl»^'^° ^^^^ ty battle, which they loved. WV«Wf There the Italian's clouded face, The swarthy Spaniard's there you trace ; The mountain-loving Switzer there More freely breathed in mountain-air; The Fleming there despised the soil, That paid so ill the labourer's toil ; Their rolls shewed French and German name; And merry England's exiles came. \i,V v^ -"^:i>. ^^j K " ''^^^j^f^ ■ V %^:* I i'o^iA.'OW, AiMllti ■^L m).! ' t/ '^}t s4% / /! dCClVLj' 'i ^ Ocm/- ^/Js /. V t-' ' H>J>iJL . . ) 4 .0 t*" l'^. a. V// w %/ i4^/(' ^.v i Uj\MAa^ £1, C-Zuh't OK ^ (^};tjli vV -^'^^* ^ iv^a li) 4ji'Mdd V M. -"fi^ U^Hv. y c^aM-ax .Mr Ji^hhA. ^M>J A ij fhJ \ MA/ipd^ XcAi w ^l,^w/ /i^im^l^^hJL CU; /, CANTO VI.] THE GUARD-ROOM To share, with ill-concealed disdain, Of Scotland's pay the scanty gain. All brave in arms, well trained to wield . The heavy halberd, brand, and shield ; In camps licentious, wild, and hold j In pillage fierce and uncontrolled ; And now, by holytide and feast, From rules of discipline released. IV. They held debate of bloody fray. Fought 'twixt Loch Katrine and Achray. Fierce was their speech, and, 'mid their words, rheir hands oft grappled * their swords ; Nor sufllj^ their tone to spare the ear Of wounded comrades groaning near, Whose mangled limbs, and bodies gored, Bore token of the mountain sword,^"^""^ ^>V^'«4>Though> neighbouring to the Court of Guard, [Their prayers and feverish wails were heard ; Sad burden to the ruffian joke, And savage oath by fury spoke !— At length up started John of Brent, A yeoman from the banks of Trent ; A stranger to respect or fear, * In peace a chaser of the deer, In host a hardy mutineer, Bat still the boldest of the crew, When deed of danger was to do. He grieved, that day, their games cut short, And marred the dicer's brawling sport, . . And shouted loud, ' Renew the bowl ! And, while a merry catch I troll. Let each the buxom chorus bear. Like brethren of the brand and spear.' V. soldier's song. Our vicar still nreachfis th^it P^fAr ^n/^ P/n„u 4-aid a swmgmg long curse on the bonny brown bowl, A^>fJif^ 138 THE J.ADY OF THE .AKE. [canto vj. That there's wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack, And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack ; Yet whoop, Barnaby ! off with thy liquor, Drink upsees out, and a fig for the vicar ! Our vicar he calls it damnation to sip The ripe ruddy dew of a woman's dear lip, Says, that Beelzebub lurks in her kerchief so sly And Apollyon shoots darts from her merry black eye : Yet whoop, Jack ! kiss Gillian the quicker. Till she bloom like a rose, and a fig for the vicar ! Our vicar thus preaches— and why should he not ? For the dues of his cure are the placket and pot ; And 'tis right of his office poor laymen to lurch, Who infange the domains of our good Mother Church. Yet whoop, bully-boys ! off with your liquor, Sweet Marjorie's the word, and a fig for the vicar 1 VI. The warder's challenge, heard without, Staid in mid-roar the merry shout. A soldier to the portal went— ' Here is old Bertram, sirs, of Ghent ; And— beat for jubilee the drum ! A maid and minstrel with him come.' Bertram, a Fleming, gray and scarred. Was entering now the Court of Guard. A harper with him, and in plaid All muffled close, a mountain maid, Who backward shrunk to 'scape the view Of the loose scene and boisterous crew. * What news ? ' they roared :— ' I only know, From noon till eve we fought with foe, { As wild and as untameable ^ ' As the rude mountains where they dwell ; On both sides store of blood is lost, Nor much success can either boast.' — ' But whence thy captives, friend ? Such spoil As theirs must needs reward thy toil. Old dost thou wax, and wars grow sharn i Thou now hast glee-maiden and harp! " . X 4 (^Xt^^tMA-O' I I .yy^hMum 1 1 ^ lll i 4-. f-f CANTO VI.] THE GUARD-ROOM. Get thee an ape, and trudge the land 1 he leader of a juggler band.' vir. No, comrade ; no such fortune mine. After the fight these sought our line, That aged harper and tiie girl, I And, having audience of the Earl, ^J/^ Nar bade I should purvey them steed, I And bring them hitherward with speed. ^ * orbear your mirth and rude alarm, For none shall do them shame or harm.' Hear ye his boast ? ' cried John of lirent, li-ver to strife and jangling bent ; 'Shall he strike doe beside our lodo-e And yet the jealous niggard grud<'e ' To pay the forester his tee ? "^ ril have my share, howe'er it be, Despite of Moray, Mar, or thee.' Bertram his forward step withstood •. And, burning in his vengeful mood, Old Allan, tiiough unfit for strife, Laid hand upon his dagger-knife ; But Ellen boldly stepped between, And dropped at once the tartan screen : bo, from his morning cloud, appears The sun of May, through summer tears. Ihe savage soldiery, amazed. As on descended angel gazed ; Even hardy Brent, abashed and tamed, btood half admiring, half ashamed. VIII. Boldly she spoke—' Soldiers, attend: Mv father was the soldier's friend ; Cheered him in camps, in marches led, And with him in the battle bled. Not from the valiant, or the strong. Should exile's daughter suffer wrong.' x^nswercd De Breut, most forward still In every feat or good or ill— »39 i^^ ii 140 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto vi. < I shame me of the part T played : And thou an outlaw's child, poor maid I An outlaw I by forest laws, And merry Nccdwooil knows the cause. Poor Rose— if Rose be livinj^ now,* He wiped his iron eye and brow, *Must bear such age, I think, as thou. Hear ye, my mates ;— I go to call The Captain of our watch to hall : There lies my halbert on the Jioor ; And he that steps my halbert o'er, To do the maid injurious part, My shaft shall quiver in his heart ! — Beware loose speech, or jestinji: rouijh : Ye all know John Ue Brent. Enough.' 5 IX. Their Captain came, a gallant young - (Of TulUbardine's house he sprung), Nor wore he yet the spurs of knight ; Gay was his mien, his humour 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, 111 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, ^^.^k-<^ .^.^ Like errant damosel of yore ? .v-*** (J Does thy high quest a knight require, ' • - ' ' Or may the venture suit a squij:e ? ' — Her dark eye flashed ;— she paused and sighed— -7 « O what have I to do with pride !— J' Throu*''h s*'-^nes of sorrow shame and sirifej " A suppliant for a father's life, JJ^^ 'I , 1 1'^^ -A / ■^^ilC:'.«X '4x4'^ »';■■) . ! ^- vvv,tf\Cv( ^ 1 1 ) r M li mm VfM ' B^^'^' 'Hi^ -' ^ liiiii h' f 1 i iK^l, p. Li rruykoi'h d^^ ^v J^V^v^%M.,{ .•./.-t^Vl'^. t^^^UU^^ iK ^•' CANTO VI.] THE GUARD-ROOM. Rph!lu ? '?"^j^"ce of the King. /ua^V Behold, to back my suit, a ring. The royal pledge of grateful claims Given by the Monarch to f itz-James.' X. Wifh^iS"^*"""^ y°""^ Lewis took, Tnd said P I'tV-^""^ ^^''''^ ^°«k ; ^ Tn c ^ . 1 '^"' '^ *° ^^'■t'^ unknown,— 7 ^ In semblance mean obscurely veiled/ / Lady, m aught my folly faiJed. f Soon as the day flings wide his gates The King shall know what suitof wal'fs Please you, meanwhile, in ffttin^ bower Repose you till his waking hour^- Female attendance shall obey ' Your h^st, for service or array. K.cUJr Permit I marshal you the wJ} ^^""^ AnH T '^^ f«"owed, wi^th the grace Qi? i''^^^^^""*^ °^ her race, ^ She bade her slender purse be shar^rl Among the soldiers of the gSard '^ lutBrl7'\'l'^l^' their futrdon took; ^ut Bren , with shy and awkward look On the reluctant maiden's hold ' Forced bluntly back the proffered o-old • aJIII ^ ^"Vghty Engfch hear ," ' And O forget its ruder part ! The vacant purse shall be my share Which in my barj^t-c^ap PIl iLar ^, Perchance m jeopardy of war, ^^ Where gayer crests may keep afar ' XI. When Ellen forth with Lewis went .15f"li2^.^_\ry? John of Brent:! i'Jj lod^ safe, O let your frrace Uive me to see my mas ter's face J X4I .'/AJ « (.^(^///y/y //. i ^■X^M^'OsA-^ •-«**t*«aii .rtin[pifa „j)fei 142 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto vi. His minstrel I — to share his doom Bound from the crnd'e to the tomb. Teath in desc< . . -la.; i'rst my sires WaTced for h' , i-ti* ;;ouse their lyres, Nor one of all the race was known - ^ jQllt prized lis weal above their own. • V ' \ With the Chief's birth begins our care ; Our harp must soothe the infant heir, Teach the youth tales cf fight, nnd /race His earliest feat of field or chase ; In peace, in war, our rank we keep, We cheer his board, we soothe his sleep, \ ^ Nar Jeave 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 ^t we how a name — a word — ^ .^^^ha 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 labouring steer, I had not dwelt an outcast here. \?;,v ;^' Come, good old Minstrel, follow mef Thy Lord and Chieftain shait thou see. ' V XIL 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 f tters' din ; Through rugged vaults, where, loosely stored, Lay wheel, and axe, and headsman's sword. And many an hideous engine grim, For wrenching joint, and crushing limb, By artisriormed, who deemed it shame CANTO VI.] THE GUAKD-ROOM. U3 They halted at a low-browed porch. Aiid 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 sefiunty and gloom, Yet not a dungeon ; for the day Through lofty gratings found its wav. And rude and antique garniture Y ' /*^n^^Vx^ Decked the sad walls and oaken floiDr "^^ Such 4s the rugged days of old / I Deemed £t for captive noble's hold. iMU qiM^XI e\} Jill the Leech visit him again, v Strict IS his ch^arge, the warders tell, i o 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 ' I'h^J'T^- ^'''!? "^^^L^ Clan-Alpine fought, /They, erring, deemed the Chief he sou|ht' xin. As the tall Jiip, whose lofty pi:pre e^v>N>^ Shall never stem the billov/s more Desertea 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^vhen her sides ■ Lie rocking in the advancing tides, Ihat shr m 146 1^ THE LAWi OF THE LAKE. Ccanfo vi z^vc^w- H^^ii', ■.J ifm ' 'M ii(M XVI. * Their light-armed n'-chers far and near Surveyed the tangled ground, Their centre ranks, with pike and spear, A twilight forest frowned, Their barbed horsemen, in the rear, The stern battalia crowned. No cymbal clashed, no clarion rang, Still were the pipe and drum ; Sajtf heavy tread, and armour's clang. The sullen march was dumb. There breathed no wind their crests to shake Or wave their flags abroad ; Scarce the frail aspen seemed to quake, That shadowed o'er their road. Their itajaivard scouts no tidings bring, Can rouse no lurking foe. Nor spy a trace of living thing. Save when they stirred the roe ; The host moves, like a deep-sea wave, Where rise no rocks its pride to brave. High-swelling, dark, and slow. The lake is passed, and now they gain A narrow and a broken plain. Before the Trosachs' rugged jaws ; And here the horse and spearmen pause, While, to explore the dangerous glen. Dive through the pass the archer-men. XVII. * At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell. As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven. The archery appear : For life ! for life ! their plight they ply — And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry, And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broadswords flashing to the slcy, Are maddening in the rear. /- 7^ ro VI A 7< shHh w !i 'V W-'. i\\ CANTO VI.] THE GUARD-ROOM. A Onward they drive, in dreadful ruce, J^ursuers and pursued ; Before that tide of flight and chase, How shall It keep its rooted place, « rV spearmen's twilight wood ?— Down down," cried Mar, "your lances down ! Bear back both friend and foe ! " Like reeds before the tempest's frown, 1 hat serried grove of hnces brown At once lay levelled low ; And closely shouldering side to side, « w ?,V^*^'",f ?"^^ ^^^ onset bide. We II quell the savage mountaineer As their Tinchel cows the game I \7 mPT^ ^^ ^^*^t as forest deer, We 11 drive them back as tame." XVIII. Ul !■ s\ .^^ 'Bearing before them, in their course, The relics of the archer force. Like wave with crest of sparkling foam, Right onward did Clan-Alpine come. Above the tide, each broadsword bright Was brandishing like beam of light. Each targe was dark beiow ; And with the ocean's mighty swing. When heaving to the tempest's wing. They hurled them on the foe. I heard the lance's shivering crash. As when the whirlwind rends the ash • I heard the broadsword's deadly clang. As if an huBdifid anvils rang ! ^' v^#^' But Moray wheeled his rearward rank Uf horsemen on Clan-Alpine's flank T ■"■ *,rf y banner-man, advance ! I see, he cried " their column shake. Now, gallants ! for your ladies' sake J-^PO ■ u. , wi .h the lance ! "— - ' The horse.h,en dashed among the rout As de- - break through the broom f Their steeds are stout their swords are out. They soon make lightsome room. ^ M'^ SJ/^ ■f 148 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto vi. Clan-Alpine's best are backward borne — Where, where was Roderick then ! One blast upon his bugle-horn Were worth a thousand men. ^j^?l ^ ^' > lit m 4).^ u) 150 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto vx. For rownl him showered, 'mid rain and hail, The vengeful arrows of the Gael.— In vain. — He nears the isle—and lo ! Hi.s hand is on a shallop's bow. — Just then a flash of lightning came, It tinged tlie waves and strand wiili (lame; — I marked Duncraggan's widowed d; ine, Behind an oak I saw her stand, A naked dirk gleamed in her hand : — It darkened — but amid the moan Of waves I heard a dying groan ; — Another flash ! — the spearman floats A weltering corse beside the boats, ^ And the stern Matron o'er him stood, %L )d.^ Her hand and dagger streaming blooi « XXI, * " Revenge ! revenge ! " the Saxons cried, The Gaels' exulting shout replied. Despite the elemental rage. Again they hurried to engage ; But, ere they closed in desperate fight. Bloody with spurring came a knight, Sprung £i;prff liis horse, and, from a crag. Waved 'tvixt the hosts a milk-white flag. Clarion and trumpet by his side Rung forth a truce-note high and wide, While, in the Monarch's name, afar A herald's voice forbade the war. For Bothwell's lord, and Roderick bold, Were both, he said, in captive hold.' — But here the lay made sudden stand. The harp escaped the Minstrel's hand I— Oft had he stolen a glance, to spy How Roderick brooked his minstrelsy : At first, the Chieftain, to the chime. With lifted hand, kept feeble time ; That motion ceased — yet feeling strong Varied his look as changed the song ; At length, no more his deafened ear The minstrel melody can hearj JTO V2. M^iM ■.% ,0. IMAGE EVALUATSON TEST TARGET (MT-S) A .^^ ^<^^1% ^ SiT ^.-'' ^^-%' c. /. MO i/x 'm ^ 1.0 1^ lis IM 125 I.I 1.25 m US us 2.2 IIM !.4 1.8 1.6 Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 €^ t/. '^r \\ orA Jk /'i ^i- ^^ OtoJzJ^Mu ill Ch ■y%i^t fA^ f '■'■'''j»« -■-■.■■■■ *«>ii CANTO VI.] THE GUARD-ROOM. His face grows sharp—his hands are clenched As if some pang his heart-strings wrenched ; Set are his teeth, his fading eye Is sternly fixed on vacancy ; Thus, motionless, and moanless, drew His parting breath, stout Roderick Dhu !— Old Allan-bane looked on aghast, While griip and st^his spirit passed ; But when he saw that life was fled, He poured his wailing o'er the dead. xxn. . LAMENT. * And art thou cold and lowly laid, Thy foemen's dread, thy people's aid, Breadalbane's boast, Clan-Alpine's shade<*/ For thee shall none a r equiem say ? j,/ /, * — For thee — who loved the minstrel's lay^ For thee, of Bothwell's house the stay. The shelter of her exiled line, E'en in this prison-house of thine, m^ I'll wail for Alpine's honoured Pine !^>, * What groans shall yonder valley.' ^11 ! What shrieks of grief shall rend yon hill ' What tears of burning rage shall thrill. When mourns thy tribe thy battles done, Thy fall before the race was won. Thy sword ungirt ere set of sun ! There breaches not clansman of thy line, But would have given his life for thine.-- A woe for Alpine's honoured Pine ! * Sad was thy lot on mortal stage ! — The captive thrush may brook the cage. The prisoned eagle dies for rage. Brave spirit, do not scorn my strain ! And, when its notes awake again, Y Even she, so long beloved in vain, ■ Shall with my harp her voice combine, And mix her woe and tears with mine. To wail Clan-Alpine's honoured Pine,' »st .-^A ^^■^^^ (h fjJAi^ M I ii] k il ill li I llli 1 ; It «$• THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto vi, XXIIL Ellen, the while, with bursting heart Remained in lordly bov/er apart, Where played, with many-coloured jrieams, rhrough storied pane the rising beams. In vam on gilded roof tliey fall, And lightened up a tapestried wall, And for her use a menial train A rich collation spread in vain. The banquet proud, the chamber gay, Scarce drew the curious glance astrav ; Or, if she looked, 'twas but to say, ' With better omen dawned the day In that lone isle, where waved on high The dun-deer's hide for canopy; Where oft her noble father shared The simple meai her care prepared, While Lufra, crouching by her side, Her station claimed with jealous pride. And Douglas, bent on woodland game. Spoke of tin chase to Malcolm Gr^me. Whose answer, oft at random made The wandering of his thoughts betrayed.- Those who such simple joys have known, Are taught to prize them when they're ijoae. But sudden, see, she lifts her head ! * 1 he window seeks with cautious tread. What distant music has the power To win her in this woeful hour ! Twas from a turret that o'erhung Her latticed bower, the strain was suns. XXIV. LAY OF THE IMPRISONED HUNTSMAN. 'li^^^ij^^^^ '^ ^'''^^ of perch and hood. My idle greyhound loathes his food, My horse is weary of his stall. And I am sick of captive thxall. I wish I were as I have been, Hunting the hart in forest green, / 'hj ,h y£<^*C ^m'CAi/i/J ,K\J Her faltering steps half led, half staid* yWij^ Through gallery fair andliigh arcade, ' Till, at his touch, its wings of pride A portal arch unfolded wide.* XXVI. Within 'twas brilliant all and lig|it, A thronging scene of figures l)right ; It glowed on Ellen's dazzled sight, As when the setting sun has given Ten thousand hues to summer even," And from their tissue, fancy frames Aedal knights and fairy dames. Still by Fitz-James her footing staid ; A few faint steps she forward made, Then slow her drooping head she raised, And fearful round the presence gazed, For him she sought, who owned this state. The dreaded prince whose will was fate !— She gazed on many a princely port, •• Might well have ruled a royal court; On many a splendid garb she gazed — Then turned bewildered and amazed, For all stood bare ; and. in the room, Fitzjames alone wore cap and plume. To him each lady's look was lent ; On him each courtier's eye was bent ; Midst furs and silks and jewels sheen, ; He stood, in simple Lincoln green, The centre of the glittering ring — And Snowdoun's Knight is Scotland's King ! i>/ y / "i^ XXVIL As wreath of snow, on mountain-breast, Slides from the rock that gave it rest, Poor Ellen glided from her stay. And at the Monarch's feet she lay \ /%^// '/\>pud nil k ■ \ 1 '> ■." ( - , ( ''Mi t" : _ m^'U I ^ y Vu-^ u^VJ ■t V 'it yii t^-w. t >'*' ^ /jH <-^' muj ■f •-mi* Thus watch I o'er insulted laws, I Thus learn to right the injured cause.' — , Then, in a tone apart and low, — ' Ah, little trait'ress ! none must know What idle dream, what lighter thought, "What vanity full dearly bought, - Toined to thine eye's dark witchcraft, drew My spell-bound steps to Iknvenuc, In dangerous hour, and all but gave Thy Monarch's life to mountain glaive I* Aloud he^spoke — ' Thou still dost hold That little talisman of gold, Pledge of my faith, Fitz-James's ring — "What seeks fair Ellen of the King?' XXIX. Full well the conscious maiden guessed, He probed the weakness of her breast ; But, with that consciousness, there came A lightening of her fears for Grjeme, And more slie deemed the Monarch's ire Kindled 'gainst him, who, for her sire, Rebellious broadsword boldly drew ; And, to her generous feeling true, She craved the grace of Roderick Dhu. — • Forbear thy suit* — The King of kings Alone can stay life's partin"; wings, I know his heart, I know his hand. Have shared his cheer, and proved his brand : My fairest earldom would I give To bid Clan-Alpine's Chieftain live 1 — Hast thou no other boon to crave ? No other captive friend to save ? ' Blushing, she turned her from the King, Aud to the Douglas gave the ring, m L > «.4 iilv. ' A^m^i^ ^- :'. '*vt/^ 11 m \ J .>- ^v« f i iH'. i\ 11^ i-t-Y^'^ vyfl?vv V ^ g^ yyfU /i .i4i/}u:, £'' A/ f'C ^ i^Jc t;x. ^(^•'.^' j<^(:./ < / u^-''('l ^/u vtrt^i^ .: / < /• U-^'^'d CANTO VI.] THE GUARD-ROOM. As if she wished her sire to speak The suit that stained her glowing cheek. * Nay, then, my pledge has lost its force, And stubborn justice holds her course. Malcolm, come forth ! ' And, at the word, Down kneeled the Cirxiiie to Scotland's Lord. ' For thee, rash youth, no suppliant sues. From thee may Vengeance claim her dues, Who, nurtured underneath, our smile, Hast i)aid our care by treacherous wile, And sought, amid thy faithful clan, A refuge for an outlawed man, Dishonouring thus thy loyal name. — I Fetigrs and warder for the (/ra.'me ! ' ,^ Hiscliain of gold the King unstrung, "^ The links o'er Malcolm's neck he flung, Then gently drew the glittering band, And laid the clasp on Ellen's hand. 'S* i I irfliX Harp of the North, farewell ! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending ; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights htr spark, The deer, half seen, are to the covert wending. Resume thy wizard elm ! the fountain lending. And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy ; Thy numbers sweet with nature's ves]5ers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lee, /,., ^^, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet, once again, farewell, thou Minstrel Harp ! " Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, Artd little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay. Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way, Through secret woes the world has never known. ixr^=« .-. j_., 1 d; Andjjitterer was th( ;f alone. iy> ^ devoured That iVerlive such woes, Enchantress ! is thine own. ■.;* ^5^ THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto vi. Hark as my lingering footsteps slow retire, Some Spirit of the Air has waked thy string ! *Tis now a seraph bold, with touch of fire, A. 'Tis now the brush of Fairy's frolic wing. ^^/^ Receding novvf, the dying numbers ring Fainter and fainter down the rugged dell, And now the mountain breezes scarcely bring A wandering witch-note of the distant spell — And now, 'tis silent all ! — Enchantress, fare thee well ! 'M' u^y ^4^ ,Pi^oetry^ and especially of Scott's poetry, is well obtained by selecting particular objects instead of making general statements, as the witclw/wi, Saint Fillan's Spring, ivy, etc. (7.)— Envious Ivy, if i\\c metaphor were expanded, would probi;bly lie oblixHon, Personal metaphor is the name given to this habit of attiib- uting human qualities to objects in nature. (8.) — Alliteration An vv. 3, 6 and 8 ; and v. 7 is a good example of harmony of lani^uniie, so also is v. 3, (9-)— Thy sweeter sounds is a poetic condensation, and " sounds keep* ing silence " is only allowable in jioctry. (10.) — Warrior and maid refer to war, love and affection, — circumstances of the greatest /<7rf6S 7-— This c;ivcs us a close view of the now wearied hunt. The efforts of dotjs and deer are well painted ; v. 6. is a fine example of harmony. Desperate ami vindictive arc stront' and sug^^estive words. ^ Scourge and tteel, and itock and nck, are used for poetic effect ; tlie foinicr has the assoiintcd effect of vtetonymy, the latter rvw- lv ii/c'it/isfif Iruiu the historiral chi\ractor nt jan\.'s \'. The stuilont will not fail to notice the ^vu't's pcculiaiitv of Kivinij a //<7i«r- fsi/ui" sHrft/t of each person as he is introduced. He should also rom^>arc tlie picture of each, and classify their respective (pialities. Their actions and sentiments throughout should hiirmonizi- with the sketches, t.'har- actors in liction should l>e well ifi-fincd, well sustaiufiiwvX varieti, as well as fhtfitm/ and tOttsisUnt. The character here };iven of James V., resembles thr* vjivcn of James IV. in Marmion, v. <>. 2J.~0f the hill is one of those phrases used Ut fdl up the line, anen. A true luintsman, though, would have taken his dogs into the lH>at ; perhaps this also is a characteristic negligence. Frequent and until arc not the words wanted. 26.— The description of the outside of the lodge is here given, each particular is shown, and the scene is gracefully changed to the inside. 27. — This gives us the inside of the lodge hung with trojihies of war or the chase! The circumstance of the sword dropping is borrowed fror,; old legends, and is used for poetic effect further on. 2S.— The immense sire of the sword reminds him of l^ouglas. but it would mar the storv to mention him here. Ellen, in her answer, keeps up the idea that she is a " fay in fairy-land," and is prcHeeted bv a giant as large as Ferragus' (from Orlando Furioso), or Ascabart (from Hcvis of Hampton), two heroes of chivalry. a<).— V. 6.— Ellen treated the lady as her mother, though that rela- tionship ditl not exist between then\ ; she was Ellen's aunt. The allusion to Highland hospitality is pleasing. The rank and title now given mislead the readers as well as those in the story. CANTO 1.] NOTES— THE CHASE. 169 Barren heritage. Owins to tl.c power of the nol)lc8, tiie royal power was weak. ^ f w Nit lire had fallen. James IV. invaded F.riRland and perished with most of his nobles in the battle of Floddcn Field. .10.— Innocently gay. A pleasing feature in Kllen. She still keeps up tlu; allusion to tairy-land, and, innocent of all vanity, sinRs as the bird sinus ; but we have still another surj)rise when Allan, or some other viewless minstrel, "JilUxl uji the symphony.'' 31.— .Scott had great narrative powers, and " knew every wile" to cam our ear. 'I'o assist him in his story he adopted the tetrameter line witii all the irregularity of the old minstrelsy ; and as an additional charm, he threw in many beautiful little sonj^sj written in imitation of the ballad in various nu-tres. 'Ibe trodiaic metre in this one adds a variety by the very change, and is bright and cheerful, hut it is more usual to write such (piietinR sonss in iambics, as that foot suits slow music. Perhaps, however, it is more in hormony with KUen's assumed character of a fairy to have the metre most suitable for WghU airy, rapid music. The sonij is very beautiful, as, indeed, are most of his lyrical pieces ; they breathe the intensity of Scott's own feelings, 32.— We liavc a prodij^y in Ellen, who here ajipears in the new role of an improvisinu; nnnstrcl. This is rather improbable, even for romantic poetry, but such poetical power is, however, said to be found in South- ern Euroi)e. Where the near sun Gives with unstinted boon clhiic.il flame, Where the rude villaBei , his labour done, In verse .spontaneous chants .some favourite name.— Scott. . 33- — This dream is a good example of Scott's invention and descrip- tion. It is finely imai^infil, and comes in naturally after tlie excitement of the day. Dreams and omens should not be introduced without due regard to the unity of the story. This one could certainly be tolerated on accoimt of its intrinsic beauty and pathetic force, but it also arouses our curiosity by throwini,' an air of mystery round the people of the island. It shadows forth the part Fitz-James takes m the story ; hints at his affection for, and estrangement from, the Douglas; and, moreover, its fultilmcnt afterwards is an additional pleasure to the reader. It also gives a melancholy and thoughtful close to the canto. 34.— The dusky lustre of the flickering lire, dimly revealing the un- couth trophies ami the huge sword to the awakened stranger, is well con- ceived. 'J'he sword naturally connects itself with the dream, and the stranger cannot banish the crowding thoughts. S^ M 35. — In th.e openin!- lines we have an cxquisitp moonlight view in fine contrast with the troubled stranger, who seeks rest from its peaceful- ness, and ' He felt its calm, that warrior guest.' ^ i! 170 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto 11. Then we are told that the brand he thought of was that of the Doug- las, that Ellen has the Douglas eye, and his dream has just been of the Douglas. Our curiosity is thus keenly aroused, and we long for the second canto. This is one of the expedients of narrators of stories, to keep the attention on the alert. One of the best excrci*" :- in composition is obtained by writing con- densed accounts of a work read. In this the merit consists in catching the chief objective points and making them prominent. Without a thorough acquaintance with the work, this is impossible ; hence, synop- ses are frequently asked for at examinations. In this canto the chief points are as follows ; their peculiarities have already been pointed out :— The introduction, the chase, the hunter's dilemma and the description of the country, the sudden appearance of the " Lady of the Lake," the personal portrait of Ellen and the huntsman, the lodge, the song and the dream. We have now two of the characters introduced and described and a romantic and mysterious interest thrown round the people in the Island. CANTO n. The division into cantos ssrves to relieve the monotony, and adds to the definiteness and simplicity of the plan of narrative ; this effect is in- creased by limiting each canto to a day's performance. I. — The introductory stanzas give a picture of the departure of the stranger far more animated than any narration could give. 2. — The presence of white-haired Allan Bane gives a romantic interest to the story. His dreams, visions, forebodings, fidelity, and affection raise us out of our every-day thoughts, and take us back to the golden time of yore. The student should remember that it was Scott's ambition to be a minstrel. In the "Lay of the Last Minstrel," he himself is the minstrel playing to his feudal " chiefs," the Earl and Countess Dalkeith. Feudal fidelity was a religion with him. Imitating Coleridge, he makes use of a great variety of metre in the songs he throws in, which, of course, adds to the variety of the poem. Allan seems to surmise that the stranger is some great personage in disguise. His song shows that he is probably thinking of the exiled Douglas, and the want of gratitude in the King, though he merely makes a general statement in the simile suggested by the flashing of the or.rs. It must be remembered, how- ever, that it is a peculiarity of Scott's to draw a melancholy sentiment from his circumstances in nature. The metaphor in the third stanza is very fine, but, of course, not original. 4. — The picture of the sad old Harper here is drawn with true poetic genius. The scenery is made to harmonize by putting in the otd flighted tree, and the calmness of the morning. It is one of those CANTO II.] NOTES— THE ISLAND. 171 happy strokes of invention that the true poet knows how and when to throw in. We will see that this quiet morning contrasts with the stirnng events of the day, and the angry dispute in the evening. The death-like stillness is emphasized by the similitude to the dead, and by the anaphora. ' /^^^?^^ ^"•1^'^'^. ^'^"^^ *'^^* *'*® Po^*' "Stead of narrating the cause ot tllen s smile, introduces vivacity by answering a supposed reason (proiepsis) by an inter rogation, by an exclamatory appeal to fidelity, and finally by an appeal to the ladies, in the figure anacoenosis (i. e., an appeal to the common opinion ot those addressed). ^'~^X^, ^^"^ '^^'■^ ^'^^ beginning of the love interest. It would be most powerful (as those concerned are the chief successful characters) if it had been genuine and reciprocated ; but as it is neither, it chiefly serves J ^"^,7 ""espective traits of the two persons : the stranger's /mj/v andJicMe love and tnflucnce over the opposite sex, both historical, and Ellen s momentary affection, followed by a sudden burst that makes us aware of the true loz'c of the lay. In her ingenuous self-accusation, true to her frank nature, she gives way to the revulsion of feeling, and for a moment forgets her maiden modesty, and immediately blushes at it. . 1 he love mterest in the story is very tame. Both Roderick and Fitz-Tames sue for Ellen's hand; the former with vl fierce, lasting /rrmtJ»,cs 01 Allan; (5.) The contrast of character ; (6.) Ellen's ha'/py, ionfi. dtng, youthful nature,///a/ love and high spirit. ,* 4 V, ' * 111 Wn. t72 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto ii. p.— The two fine siniilitudes here are bcautiftiUnd natural. 10.— As herinrtS. This shows that illustrative laneiuee Is not alwav< but liuV'V'r;;''^'' "^ ''^'^''"'""•''' "^^ "^"""^ by the^,£own°* It Sa IS remarkable that Scott's humour never appears in his poems ^^ ^* fK»"ir ^i'^ '^'''^''''. °^ ^""^ ^'='""'^'° Roderick's life, and his connection with he Douglas are given here by Allan, and his e^il deeds Tustifv for tli^ time being, Ellen's rejection of hmi. It will be noticed. Is w^dvance chLfta'n.""' *^'''"'''^^ ^'''^'''^ ^"^ ^^P^"'^^ by this LrnildabS couft td witSf^E! '"^' " "^"^ ^"'^ ^^'^^^'^ -- ^---' -'I lini^".rj''fi'"7'*'^",^/ ^°,"'^ °^ *''« sentences here is awkward The Ime," My blood, my hfe-but not my hand," is forcible Tnd las th^ 14.— In ascertaining a character in fiction we must estimate nronprlv the opinions of his associates ; here we have a vigo ^us /SS Roderick, given by Ellen, which justifies her antipathy rhhif <^nd'J;JltS'f r'?/ «"^'^"':^S%"'-ative language will alxjund. We iZ%':^:r^ZS^r''' combined, m the linesrefemng to his vir- 1 j5-— We now see why the sword fell on the stranger's entrance to th^ he'twords'of "oT;"'*""1-^T^^ ^"'^ °"«"'" -« c 'mmor^opert - of t'cSN?zo'?a.THrHf'^'T'.^.^c^ ^r- A^""'^'« "Excalihur," Homer. ' and Hrolf Kraka's " Skofiumg." It is also as old ks Tlneman. Unlucky man. Archibald, 3d Earl of Douglas H*.fMtprl at Homildon Hill by Hotspur; killed in France 142^-ScoVT^^^^^ fame. ''-S^oT?:''"'"^ *" ^'''- ""' " ^^"^^ '^^^ Hfe'since Snt is good Self-unscabbarded is an awkward compound, and may have been P.TPK'?.,''^^c?"'^""''''=^"*y ^'^'^ German. 'The event referred tS lor soldt^rs' '"'^"■^^^^^'-y' Spears and bows are used Ey 'SS^^tZ are soon'to see ''"''' '"'^''^'^'^ ^°' ^""'^'^^' e^i»bition of which wo Canto II] NOTES— THE ISLAND, 173 16.— 1 he quiet scene is now broken into by the siiddett appearance of the chieftain and his warriors. Their gradual approach Is given in a few words. Tlic gay scene is proud with '« all the pomp and circum- stance of war." 17. The highland pibroch is here described. This old martial music represent^'d the various phases of the fight, and the poet, in describing it m thes lies, makes use of the harmony of languaiie—i\\2X is, makes the sound an echo of the sense. For the soft notes heard in the distance we have Itqutds and slender xmvcls, as in mellowed, came, lin^erint: long, bay, watled, away ; for rapidity we have, ra/>:d, * //licJb beat J bat- tered tread ; for the sound of battle, ^o', j/;r»V/t, ward, jarred, t^roan- tng, moan prolonged and low. ' All these show harmony, but there is not much care taken to produce it by a skilful selection and ^rr?nge- ment of words ; Scott's style was too hurried, and his ear too dull for that, *9;— Roderick certainly comes on the stage with great eclat, and we feel that in him we are to recognize the chief Jigvre of the story. The " mar- tial ditty" is the "gathering," and is in hsrmony with the "wild cadence ; " its irregular metre, wild, half gaelic chorus, and fierce senti- ments, are in uncouth harmony with the character of "Roderick Dhu. The lines are dactylic, of various length, with double rhyme on the 1st and 3d lines, made by dropping the last syllable of the dactyl ; the 2d and 4th lines have only one syllable of the fourth foot. In the second stanza the rhythm is made continuous bv completing the last foot of each line by unaccented syllables at the beginning of the next. This, prob- ably, iijiitates the regular "marching on." The emphatic words are generally placed properly at the beginning ; and throughout, there is the vigorous exultation of victory. The " ho I ieroe " at the end are probably of the class of meanirtgless syllables that are frequently found in old ballads and songs, and serve as a sort of symphony or accom- paniment to the song. The pleasure derived from such sounds arises from the attention being directed to the mere music, apart fiom the thought, thus giving a pleasing variety. 20.— The evergreen pine was on the crest of Van Alpine. The rosebud is Ellen. 2 1. —Scott always shows skill in conducting the narrative. Having with him gazed on the rom-xntic and picturesque scene of the approach- ing host, and listened to t^ . spirit-stirring song, it would be difficult to interest us in further details, and he seeks other means of doing so. The women flocking down with "loose tresses," "bare arms,'» an(l "shrill acclaim," fill out ^^ picture, and give us an interesting circumstance in old Celtic manners. We are reminded of Roderick's lox.i* 4. ^' • ■i, hi 176 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto iv Homage is here used literally. It was a ceremony by which a tenant ackn(i\vk'clj;cd himself to be thclord's "man" (homo). Mountain — moor. These are mere phrases, their use beinpf allowable in ballad poetry. Cf., also, •• tower and town," " on the hill," " hall and bower," 30,— Roderick's " blunt " proposal is characteristic, and in his ardour he displays ^.Jierceness ih^i frightens Ellen, and justifies her in refusing him. But his savage threat is in keeping with the vindictive nature of the Highland character, 31— The long comparison here leaves us too long in doubt as to what is coming, but it is, perhaps, in imitation of Ellen's amazement. 32, — Douglas shows his unwavering loyalty to, and fondness for, the king, whom he only accuses of hasty wrath, caused by slanderous tongues. This interrupted friendship and its renewal at the close is one of the main threads in the plot. Enough, enough. The cpizeuxis here has not much rhetorical force, merely mdicatingTiaste. Hectic is a teciinical word become popularized with a limited mean- ing. It is properly an habitual disease (Greek hexis, habit), then habit- ual or intermittent fever, then i\\t flush of fever, and ultimately any flush. 33. — The opening simile is rather vague. The convulsive sobbing of Roderick is quite in keeping with his passionate fiaiure, and we are made to sympathize with him along with " eyes that mocked at tears before," We feel the indiscretion^ of Graeme's conduct, and yet it ir most natural, and hence interesting, Nighted. Cf, " Nighted life."— A7«^ Lear. Verbs from nouns simply, are frequent in poetry, 34. — A. powerful stanza ; the various characteristics of the men are kept up. The fierce and hasty jealousy of Roderick is well shown, and it IS a happy invention to restrain by " this roof, the Douglas, and that maid," the undaunted chief who slew a knight in the very presence of the king. Minion, Fr, mignon, a pet, Ger, minne, love, Cf. Mac- beth, the "minions of their race," But like all favourites, it has fallen into contempt, and now means a flatterer, a servile follower, 35. — The scornful sarcasm of Roderick and his haughty defiance of " James Stuart " come in opportunely, when he speaks from wounded vanity, An^ to his successful rival. Note that it is "Roderick" and " James Stuart," he says. Malcolm's defiance of Roderick and abrupt departure terminate the unseemly quarrel. Nay. We have here the figure aposiopesis. Find an hour. This threat contains more than is expressed. Hour is a species of metonymy. Henchman, a servant. Perhaps so called because he stood at his haunch. CANTO III.] NOTES— THE GATHERING. 177 36. — To the Wln4, 1.^., uttered. An unusual meaning of the phrase 37. — 6ivt the rnt to air in a similar phrase. Both are weak. Own, aposiopesis ; he was evidently thinking of Ellen. Malcolm proposes to find a shelter for Doui^las and Ellen among his own clan, though con- trary to law. And Roderick has decided to raise his clan, so that we have enough to stimulate our cuAosity as to the next canto. CANTO III. I. — The opening sentence constitutes a truism, i. e,, the sententious expression of a well known truth in concise language. Its repetition at the end is pleasing, and constitutes the figure ef'iinalepsis ; the con- templation of the ceaseless course of time is pleasmg to us, as it is asso- ciated with the grandeur of eternity and the vague terrors of death. There is a melancholy shade thrown over the Whole stanza, which, to- g3ther with the wondering boyhood and beautiful simile, fills the stanza with the very essence of poetic feeling and imagination. Infanqf being abstract, is not a happy word, as poetry seeks chiefly to give pleasure, and hence avoids any difficult abstract ideas. The second stanza con- nects the thought with the subject of the canto. Field, etc. These words form a metonymy, place for people. Yet live there who. A latinism frequently used in poetry. Cf. Lat. sunt qui. What time. Adverbial obj. of time = a relative adverb. Kindred, *'. ^., of the clan. Gathering lOund. A verbal noun used adjectively, as, gold ring. The two words = a compound, like walking-stick, riding-coat, labouring-day, — two nouns with the dative or genitive relation, /. e.y the souncfof or for the " Gathering." 2. — This beautiful picture is drawn with the best poetic skill ; perhaps no portion of the whole poem contains more poetic beauty. Let us examine some of the means employed to render it so intensely pleasing. t. — The subject is pleasing, a bright mountain lake surrounded by hills. The poet must show taste in the selection of his subjects — he must evince a sensibility to the emotional effects of objects in nature. Circu: stances introduced into poetry to give pleasure — the sole aim of poetry— should be (i) intrinsically beautiful, or (2) should call up pleasing associations, or (3) harmonize with plcasini^ feelings other- wise arising. Here we have the summer dawn, the lake, the soft air, the torrent, the forest, the mountain, the birds and flowers, each pleasing in all three respects. 2. — It is mzde picturesque and real by mentioning. (a) Concrete individuals — lake, trees, lily, doe and fawn, mist, lark, etc. (b), by mentioning the colour of the objects, as purple, blue, shadow, bright, silver, gray mift, flecked, speckles. (c)f by taking somt particular time, and telling the state or action of k-4 L% m^ >" -^'1 xyS THE LADY OF THE LAKE, [canto hi. each individual at that time ; a vivid reality is thus given, as if the objects were actually before the eye. y—\i% Jiticlity to nature is pleasing. Poetry, like painting, is an imitative art, and we value it according to the closeness of the iniita- lion. Sometimes this is the only species of phasure sought to be pro- duced by a painting or a poem ; such are said to belong to the realistic school. Generally, however, sucii pleasure is only additional, as here. 4.— Our syiu/'athy with animals is awakened by the part tiiey per- form. Warm sympathy witli and lm