Image from page 212 of “The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text” (1888)
Title: The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text
Year: 1888 (1880s)
Authors: Scott, Walter, Sir, 1771-1832 Rolfe, W. J. (William James), 1827-1910, ed
Publisher: Boston, Ticknor and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation
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e allWas heard distinctly through the hall.The sons despair, the mothers look,111 might the gentle Ellen brook ;She rose, and to her side there came,To aid her parting steps, the Gramme. Then Roderick from the Douglas broke -As flashes flame through sable smoke.Kindling its wreaths, long. dark, and low.To one ijroad blaze of ruddy glow.So the deep anguish of despairBurst, in fierce jealousy, to air. 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 I What! is the Douglas fallen so far, His daughters hand is deemed the spoil Of such dishonoral)le broil ? .Sullen and slowlv they unclasp. As struck with shame, their desperate grasp. And each upon his rival glared. With foot advanced and blade half bared. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 185
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Ere yet the brands aloft were flung,Margaret on Rodericks mantle hung,And Malcolm heard his Ellens 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 t wereSuch cheek should feel the midnight air !Then mayst thou to James Stuart tell,Roderick will keep the lake and fell,Nor lackey with his freeborn clanThe pageant pomp of earthly man.More would he of Clan-Alpine know.Thou canst our strength and passes show.—Malise, what ho ! — his henchman came :•* Give our safe-conduct to the Grreme.Young Malcolm answered, calm and bold :■• Fear nothing for thy favorite hold;The spot an angel deigned to graceIs blessed, though robbers haunt the place.Thy churlish courtesy for thoseReserve, who fear to be thy foes.As safe to me the mountain wayAt midnight as in blaze of day.Though with his boldest at his backEven Roderick Dhu beset the track. —Brave Douglas, — lovely Ellen, — nay.Nau
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