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CONTENTS 
 
 Sir Walter Scott 
 
 . . 5 
 
 Introduction . 
 
 . 10 
 
 Map .... 
 
 . . 14 
 
 Canto First. . 
 
 . 15 
 
 Canto Second 
 
 . . 33 
 
 Canto Third . 
 
 . 54 
 
 Canto Fourth . 
 
 • . . 57 
 
 Canto Fifth . 
 
 . 73 
 
 Canto Sixth 
 
 . . 98 
 
 NOTES 
 
 
 Canto First . 
 
 . 115 
 
 Canto Second 
 
 . . 124 
 
 Canto Fourth 
 
 . 126 
 
 Canto Fifth 
 
 . . 128 
 
 Canto Sixth . 
 
 . 133 
 
SIR WALTER SCOTT 
 
 (1771-1832) 
 
 Sir Walter Scott, "the Wizard of the North," was 
 born in Edinburgh. His father was a successful law- 
 yer and a man of good education. When less than two 
 years old, a fever caused Walter partially to lose the 
 use of one of his limbs, and he was sent to the home of 
 his grandfather Scott at Sandy-Knowe, where he grad- 
 ually recovered his health, though as a result of his 
 misfortune, he was lame the remainder of his life. For 
 several years he was under the care of his maiden aunt 
 and his grandmother, each of whom delighted in telling 
 him stories or reading to him from books containing old 
 Scotch ballads and tales of highland and border life. 
 The young lad memorized many passages from these 
 works, occasionally learning, without effort, entire bal- 
 lads, and these he frequently repeated, sometimes to the 
 edification, but more frequently to the annoyance, of 
 visitors. 
 
 While in school and college, Scott was distinguished 
 for his remarkable memory and his ability to repeat 
 ballads and poems and to tell stories. This power, com- 
 bined with his genial nature, made him very popular 
 with lus schoolfellows. When but a mere boy he became 
 deeply interested in the old tales and ballads of the 
 Scottish border, and thus early in life he unconsciously 
 began the preparation for the literary career which has 
 made his name a household word wherever the English 
 language is spoken. 
 
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6 Sir Walter Scott 
 
 Scott's father intended that he should be a lawyer, 
 and when he completed his college course he entered his 
 father's office to prepare for that profession. Here he 
 remained for a number of years and afterward engaged 
 in business for himself for a time, in all practicing law 
 about fourteen years, and this with a good degree of 
 success. However, during this time he gave more or 
 less attention to literature. Although lame, he was 
 fond of tramping and made many excursions over the 
 neighboring counties in search of places noted for bat- 
 tles, sieges or the beauty of their scenery. So frequent 
 were these excursions that, notwithstanding his success 
 at law, his father said that he was better fitted for a 
 peddler than a lawyer. 
 
 Scott's first work of importance was a book on The 
 Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. This publication ap- 
 peared in January, 1802, and was a great success, giving 
 him immediate distinction in the field of literature. This 
 work was followed in quite rapid succession by The Lay 
 of the Last Minstrel, Marmion and The Lady of the 
 Lake, which was first published in 1810. It is by these 
 three long poems that Scott is most widely known as a 
 poet. The English critic Jeffrey says of them: "The 
 Lay, if I may venture to state the creed now established, 
 is, I should say, generally considered as the most natural 
 and original; Marmion as the most powerful and splen- 
 did; The Lady of the Lake as the most interesting, ro- 
 mantic, picturesque and graceful of his great poems." 
 
 These ballads were followed by Rokeby and The Lord 
 of the Isles. Besides these, Scott wrote a large number 
 of short poems, many of which were connected with his 
 novels. However, after the publication of The Lady of 
 the Lake his prestige as a poet began to wane. Lord 
 Byron at that time had published several poems of im- 
 
Sir Walter Scott 7 
 
 portance and was attracting more attention than Scott. 
 It is thought by some of his friends that this was one 
 of the strong reasons for his abandoning poetry for 
 fiction. However, long before this he had been attracted 
 to this field of literature and had decided to write one 
 or more novels. 
 
 In the summer of 1814 Scott took up and completed a 
 Jacobite story which he had begun several years before 
 and laid aside. This story was Waverley and was tho 
 first of that series of novels to which it gave the name. 
 Waverley was published anonymously, but it immediate- 
 ly attracted wide attention and was read and re-read by 
 the best critics of the day as well as by the public at 
 large. For a time the author was referred to as "The 
 Great Unknown." However, the best literary men con- 
 ceived that no one but Scott could have written such a 
 story. In fourteen years following the appearance of 
 Waverley, Scott wrote twenty-three novels, besides nu- 
 merous short tales and articles on history. Some of these 
 works were written very rapidly, and his critics consider 
 that those that were completed in the shortest time are 
 in many respects the strongest. 
 
 The Waverley novels can be divided into two great 
 classes : those which are historical and those referring to 
 private life. Among the most prominent of the his- 
 torical novels are Waverley, Legend of Montrose, Old 
 Mortality, The Monastery, The Abbot, The Fair Maid 
 of Perth and Castle Dangerous, all referring to Scotch 
 history. The great English novels of historical charac- 
 ter are Ivanhoe, Kenilworth, The Fortunes of Nigel, 
 Peverel of the Peak, The Talisman, and Woodstock. 
 Quentin Durward, Anne of Geirstein and Count Robert 
 of Paris treat of events which transpired on the conti- 
 nent of Europe. Among the most important novels of 
 
8 Sir Walter Scott 
 
 the second class are Guy Mannering, The Antiquary, 
 Rob Roy, The Heart of Midlothian, The Bride of 
 Lammermoor and The Black Dwarf. The periods cov- 
 ered by the historical novels extend from the time of the 
 Crusades to that of the Pretenders in 1745. 
 
 Soon after the publication of Waverley, Scott formed 
 a partnership with Ballantyne Brothers, printers. The 
 management of their business was unfortunate, and 
 within a few years they failed with a heavy indebtedness. 
 
 While Scott's relation to the firm was such that he 
 could not be held responsible for this debt, yet he 
 felt that he should pay it, and when he was fifty-five 
 years of age he settled down to the task of paying 
 off nearly six hundred thousand dollars by the work 
 of his pen. For two years he worked with unremitting 
 zeal and reduced the debt nearly two hundred thousand 
 dollars ; but the task was too severe and his health 
 failed. He would not listen to the importunities of 
 his friends to take much-needed rest until it was too 
 late. A trip to Italy, where he remained several months, 
 was ineffective, and he returned home to die on his es- 
 tate at Abbotsford, where he passed away September 
 21, 1832. 
 
 Scott's fame and place in literature rest mainly upon 
 the fact that he was the originator of the historic novel. 
 His works have lived because of their clear and attrac- 
 tive descriptions of scenery, their keen delineation of 
 character and their purity of tone. When about to die 
 he said to his son-in-law, Lockhart, "I am drawing near 
 to the close of my career; I am fast shuffling off the 
 stage; I have been perhaps the most voluminous author 
 of the day, and it is a comfort to me to think that I have 
 tried to unsettle no man's faith, to corrupt no man's 
 principle." 
 
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 His novels are peculiar in that nearly all of them 
 treat of public phases of life instead of private in- 
 dividuals ; therefore his characters are represented as in- 
 dividuals affected by public strifes and the social divi- 
 sions of the day. "No man can read Scott without being 
 more of a public man," his son-in-law and most faithful 
 biographer, Lockhart, says of the influence of his writ- 
 ings ; "but his moral, political and religious character 
 has sufficiently impressed itself upon the great body of 
 his writings. He is indeed one of the few great 
 authors of modern Europe who stand acquitted of hav- 
 ing written a line that ought to have embittered the bed 
 of death. His works teach the practical lessons of moral- 
 ity and Christianity in the most captivating form, un- 
 obtrusively and unaffectedly." The following tribute 
 was paid to his powers of description by Hon. E. J. 
 Phelps, American ambassador to the court of Saint 
 James, in a speech given at a banquet tendered him by 
 the corporation of Glasgow. Mr. Phelps said: 
 
 "Mankind naturally frequents scenes of great histori- 
 cal events, where great men have lived, where great 
 things have been done and where history has been made. 
 Was the spectacle ever before seen in this world of thou- 
 sands upon thousands of intelligent, cultivated people 
 thronging to see the scenery and localities of events that 
 never happened and the hearths and homes of people 
 that never lived? Yet this is to be seen in Scotland 
 every summer and will continue to be seen far into 
 those summers that we shall never see." 
 
THE LADY OF THE LAKE 
 
 INTRODUCTION 
 
 The scene of The Lady of the Lake is laid in the 
 County of Perthshire, in the south central part of Scot- 
 land and in a region remarkable for the beauty of its 
 scenery, but which was practically unknown until the 
 publication of this poem. While engaged in the practice 
 of law, Scott was called to this region on professional 
 duties, and its beauty made such an impression upon 
 him that he revisited it many times. 
 
 The period to which the poem relates is the early 
 part of the sixteenth century, during the reign of 
 James V of Scotland, who lived from 1513 to 1542. 
 The incidents upon which The Lady of the Lake is 
 based are the feuds which existed between the Scotch 
 Highlanders and the Lowlanders, and the habit which 
 James V had of wandering about his kingdom in dis- 
 guise. The narrative of the poem describes one of these 
 expeditions. 
 
 In order that the poem may be understood, one needs 
 to know something of the inhabitants and the political 
 conditions at the time. During the Middle Ages and 
 for some time thereafter the inhabitants of Scotland 
 were divided into two classes, known as the Highlanders 
 and the Lowlanders. The northern portion of Scot- 
 land is very mountainous, and it was into this inhos- 
 pitable region that the native inhabitants of Britain 
 were driven by the Romans when they conquered that 
 country. These people were never subdued and during 
 the reign of the Romans and for centuries following 
 
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12 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 made frequent predatory raids upon the more fertile 
 country to the South, their object being plunder and 
 revenge. It was from this stock that the Scotch High- 
 landers descended. They spoke and still speak a lan- 
 guage different from that of the Lowlanders and known 
 as the Gaelic. In stature they were large. Their mode 
 of dress was peculiar. They wore a mantle, generally 
 known as the plaid, made of checked or striped stuff 
 called tartan. One end of this was wrapped around the 
 waist so as to form a short petticoat or kilt, which de- 
 scended to the knee, while the remainder was folded 
 around them like a cloak. They wore buskins made of 
 rawhide and those who could procure bonnets had these 
 coverings for their heads, though many of them never 
 wore these articles during their entire lives. The men 
 always went armed, carrying bows, arrows and large 
 broadswords which they wielded with both hands. These 
 they called claymores. They also used daggers for close 
 fighting and a round wooden shield filled with nails as a 
 protection in battle. 
 
 The Highlanders lived in tribes known as clans. All 
 the members of the clan believed themselves to have 
 descended at some distant period from a common ances- 
 tor. Each clan had its symbol, known as its tartan, 
 which was a peculiar pattern of plaid. The common 
 name Mac applied to these clans, such as MacGregor, 
 MacNeil, MacDonald, expressed the belief that all the 
 members of the clan belonged to one family, since this 
 prefix means the son of, as MacGregor is the son of 
 Gregor. The government was wholly patriarchal, and 
 each member of the clan owed to his chief complete al- 
 legiance. Some of these clans were large and very 
 strong, and they often, either singly or in combination, 
 openly defied the government of the kingdom. This de- 
 
The Lady of the Lake 13 
 
 fiance together with their frequent predatory expedi- 
 tions made the Highlanders a source of terror to thi 
 inhabitants of the plains, or the Lowlanders. Because 
 of this the king often made military expeditions into 
 their country and took summary vengeance upon such 
 leaders and their followers as he could find. 
 
 The Lowlanders, on the other hand, while of equal 
 courage, were more civilized than their Highland neigh- 
 bors. They wore a different style of dress, resembling 
 quite closely in their apparel the English. They spoke 
 a different language, usually fought on horseback and 
 used different weapons from the Highlanders. Between 
 these two classes of inhabitants there was constant war- 
 fare until Scotland was subdued by the English forces. 
 
 James V, the FitzJames of the poem, was the son of 
 James IV of Scotland and Margaret, sister of Henry 
 VIII. His father was killed in the battle of Flodden, 
 and James became king when two years of age. For a 
 time his mother managed the affairs of the kingdom as 
 regent but she became unpopular and lost the regency, 
 also the control of the young king, who was placed 
 under the care of the family of Douglases. This family 
 governed under the name of the king. Nevertheless 
 they kept him under such restraint and care that they 
 practically ruled the kingdom according to their own 
 desires. After he had become a young man, James de- 
 cided to break away from this restraint and after two 
 attempts succeeded. He fled to Stirling Castle, a strong 
 fortress, and there gathered around him numerous no- 
 bles who were favorable to his rule and assumed the 
 reins of government. He was naturally very bitter to- 
 ward the Douglas family and outlawed them. How- 
 ever, in so doing he was unjust to Archibald Douglas, 
 who had been very kind to him as a boy and was in no 
 
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 wise concerned with the usurpation of government by 
 the other members of the family. Archibald is the 
 Douglas mentioned in the poem. 
 
 The reign of James V was in the main wise, conserva- 
 tive and beneficial to Scotland. He subdued the lawless 
 tribes in the Highlands and made life and property 
 safe throughout the kingdom. A short time before his 
 death the queen gave birth to a daughter, who is known 
 in history as the unfortunate Mary, Queen of Scots. 
 
 In the poem Scott describes Highland life and char- 
 acter as they existed in the sixteenth century. The 
 time included in the narrative occupies six days, and 
 the poem is divided into six cantos, each canto recount- 
 ing the events of a day. 
 
 Because of the length of this poem, certain passages 
 which are irrelevant to the narrative have been omitted, 
 and wherever an explanatory connection is needed be- 
 cause of such omission, it occurs in the text. The notes 
 contain such explanations as the editor has found valu- 
 able in the classroom. They are placed in the back of 
 the book and are numbered to correspond with the line 
 or lines which they respectively explain. 
 
THE LADY OF THE LAKE 
 
 CANTO FIRST 
 THE CHASE 
 I 
 The stag at eve had drunk his fill, 
 Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, 
 And deep his midnight lair had made 
 In lone Glenartney's hazel shade; 
 
 But, when the sun his beacon red 5 
 
 Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head, 
 The deep-mouth'd bloodhound's heavy bay 
 Resounded up the rocky way, 
 And faint from farther distance borne, 
 Were heard the clanging hoof and horn. 10 
 
 ii 
 
 As chief, who hears his warder call, 
 "To arms ! the f oemen storm the wall," 
 The antler'd monarch of the waste 
 Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. 
 But, ere his fleet career he took, 15 
 
 The dew-drops from his flank he shook ; 
 Like crested leader proud and high, 
 Toss'd his beam'd frontlet to the sky ; 
 A moment gazed adown the dale, 
 
 A moment snuff'd the tainted gale, 20 
 
 A moment listen'd to the cry, 
 That thicken'd as the chase drew nigh; 
 Then, as the headmost foes appear'd, 
 With one brave bound the copse he clear'd, 
 And, stretching forward free and far, 25 
 
 Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var. 
 
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 m 
 
 Yell'd on the view the opening pack ; 
 
 Rock, glen, and cavern, paid them back: 
 
 To many a mingled sound at once 
 
 The awaken'd mountain gave response. 30 
 
 A hundred dogs bay'd deep and strong, 
 
 Clatter'd a hundred steeds along, 
 
 Their peal the merry horns rung out, 
 
 A hundred voices join'd the shout; 
 
 With hark and whoop and wild halloo, 35 
 
 No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew. 
 
 Far from the tumult fled the roe, 
 
 Close in her covert cower'd the doe, 
 
 The falcon, from her cairn on high, 
 
 Cast on the rout a wondering eye, 40 
 
 Till far beyond her piercing ken 
 
 The hurricane had swept the glen. 
 
 Faint and more faint, its failing din 
 
 Return'd from cavern, cliff, and linn, 
 
 And silence settled, wide and still, 45 
 
 On the lone wood and might; hill. 
 
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 The noble stag was pausing now, 
 
 Upon the mountain's southern brow, 
 
 Where broad extended, far beneath, 
 
 The varied realms of fair Menteith. 50 
 
 With anxious eye he wander'd o'er 
 
 Mountain and meadow, moss and moor, 
 
 And ponder'd refuge from his toil, 
 
 By far Lochard or Aberfoyle. 
 
 But nearer was the copsewood gray, 55 
 
 That waved and wept on Loch-Achray, 
 
 And mingled with the pine-trees blue "^_ 
 
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 On the bold cliffs of Benvenue. 
 
 Fresh vigour with the hope return'd, 
 
 With flying foot the heath he spurn'd, 60 
 
 Held westward with unwearied race, 
 
 And left behind the panting chase. 
 
 'Twere long to tell what steeds gave o'er, 
 
 As swept the hunt through Cambus-more : 
 
 What reins were tighten'd in despair, 65 
 
 When rose Benlcdi's ridge in air; 
 
 Who flagg'd upon Bochastle's heath, 
 
 Who shunn'd to stem the flooded Teith, — 
 
 For twice that day, from shore to shore, 
 
 The gallant stag swam stoutly o'er. 70 
 
 i ew were the stragglers, following far, 
 
 That reach'd the lake of Vennachar ; 
 
 And when the Brigg of Turk was won, 
 
 The headmost horseman rode alone. 
 
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 VI 
 
 Alone, but with unbated zeal, 75 
 
 That horseman plied the scourge and steel; 
 
 For jaded now, and spent with toil, 
 
 Emboss'd with foam, and dark with soil, 
 
 While every gasp with sobs he drew, 
 
 The labouring stag strain'd full in view. 80 
 
 Two dogs of black Saint Hubert's breed, 
 
 Unmatch'd for courage, breath, and speed, 
 
 Fast on his flying traces came 
 
 And all but won that desperate game; 
 
 For, scarce a spear's length from his haunch, 85 
 
 Vindictive toil'd the bloodhounds stanch; 
 
 Nor nearer might the dogs attain, 
 
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 Nor farther might the quarry strain. 
 
 Thus up the margin of the lake, 
 
 Between the precipice and brake, 90 
 
 O'er stock and rock their race they take. 
 
 VII 
 
 The Hunter mark'd that mountain high, 
 
 The lone lake's western boundary, 
 
 And deemed the stag must turn to bay, 
 
 Where that huge rampart barr'd the way; 95 
 
 Already glorying in the prize, 
 
 Measured his antlers with his eyes ; 
 
 For the death-wound and death-halloo, 
 
 Muster'd his breath, his whinyard drew; — 
 
 But thundering as he came prepared, 100 
 
 With ready arm and weapon bared, 
 
 The wily quarry shunn'd the shock, 
 
 And turn'd him from the opposing rock ; 
 
 Then, dashing down a darksome glen, 
 
 Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken, 105 
 
 In the deep Trosach's wildest nook 
 
 His solitary refuge took. 
 
 There, while close couch'd, the thicket shed 
 
 Cold dews and wild-flowers on his head, 
 
 lie heard the baffled dogs in vain 110 
 
 Rave through the hollow pass amain, 
 
 Chiding the l'ocks that yell'd again. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Close on the hounds the hunter came, 
 
 To cheer them on the vanish'd game; 
 
 But, stumbling in the rugged dell, 115 
 
 The gallant horse exhausted fell. 
 
 The impatient rider strove in vain 
 
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 To rouse him with the spur and rein, 
 
 For the good steed, his labours o'er, 
 
 Stretch'd his stiff limbs, to rise no more; 120 
 
 Then, touched with pity and remorse, 
 
 He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse. 
 
 "I little thought, when first thy rein 
 
 I slack'd upon the banks of Seine, 
 
 That Highland eagle e'er should feed 125 
 
 On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed! 
 
 Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, 
 
 That costs thy life, my gallant grey !" 
 
 IX 
 
 Then through the dell his horn resounds, 
 
 From vain pursuit to call the hounds. 130 
 
 Back limp'd, with slow and crippled pace, 
 
 The sulky leaders of the chase, 
 
 And on the hunter hied his way, 
 
 To join some comrades of the day; 
 
 Yet often paused, so strange the road, 135 
 
 So wondrous were the scenes it show'd. 
 
 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. 140 
 
 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 145 
 
 Its thunder-splintered pinnacle. 
 
 The rocky summits, split and rent, 
 
 Formed turret, dome, or battlement, 
 
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 Or seemed fantastically set 
 
 With cupola or minaret, 150 
 
 Wild crests as pagod ever decked, 
 
 Or mosque of Eastern architect. 
 
 XI 
 
 Boon nature scattered, free and wild, 
 
 Each plant or flower, the mountain's child. 
 
 Here eglantine embalmed the air, 155 
 
 Hawthorn and hazel mingled there; 
 
 The primrose pale and violet flower 
 
 Found in each clif t a narrow bower ; 
 
 Foxglove and nightshade, side by side, 
 
 Emblems of punishment and pride, 160 
 
 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; 165 
 
 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. 170 
 
 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, the whole might seem 175 
 
 The scenery of a fairy dream. 
 
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 And now, to issue from the glen, 
 No pathway meets the wanderer's ken, 
 Unless he climb, with footing nice, 
 A far projecting precipice. . 180 
 
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 The broom's tough roots his ladder made, 
 
 The hazel saplings lent their aid ; 
 
 And thus an airy point he won, 
 
 Where, gleaming with the setting sun, 
 
 One burnish'd sheet of living gold, 185 
 
 Loch Katrine lay beneath him roll'd, 
 
 In all her length far winding lay, 
 
 With promontory, creek, and bay, 
 
 And islands that, empurpled bright, 
 
 Floated amid the livelier light, 190 
 
 And mountains, that like giants stand, 
 
 To sentinel enchanted land. 
 
 High on the south, huge Benvenue 
 
 Down on the lake in masses threw 
 
 Crags, knolls and mounds, confusedly hurl'd 195 
 
 The fragments of an earlier world; 
 
 A wildering forest feather'd o'er 
 
 His ruin'd sides and summit hoar, 
 
 While on the north, through middle air, 
 
 Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare. 200 
 
 XIII 
 
 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! 
 
 On this bold brow, a lordly tower: 205 
 
 In that soft vale, a lady's bower; 
 
 On yonder meadow, far away, 
 
 The turrets of a cloister grey. 
 
 Blithe were it then to wander here ! 
 
 But now, — beshrew yon nimble deer, — 210 
 
 Like that same hermit's, thin and spare, 
 
 The copse must give my evening fare; 
 
 Some mossy bank my couch must be, 
 
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 Some rustling oak my canopy. 
 
 But hosts may in these wilds abound, 215 
 
 Such as are better miss'd than found ; 
 
 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 ; 220 
 
 Or, fall the worst that may betide, 
 
 Ere now this falchion has. been tried." 
 
 XIV 
 
 But scarce again his horn he wound, 
 
 When lo ! forth starting at the sound, 
 
 From underneath an aged oak, 225 
 
 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, 230 
 
 Eddying, in almost viewless wave, 
 
 The weeping willow-twig to lave, 
 
 And kiss, with whispering sound and slow, 
 
 The beach of pebbles bright as snow. 
 
 The boat had touched this silver strand, 235 
 
 Just as the Hunter left his stand, 
 
 And stood conceal'd amid the brake, 
 
 To view this Lady of the Lake. 
 
 The maiden paused, as if again 
 
 She thought to catch the distant strain. 240 
 
 With head up-raised, and look intent, 
 
 And eye and ear attentive bent, 
 
 And locks flung back, and lips apart, 
 
 Like monument of Grecian art, 
 
 In listening mood, she seem'd to stand, 245 
 
 The guardian Naiad of the strand. 
 
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 XV 
 
 A Chieftain's daughter seem'd the maid; 
 
 Her satin snood, her silken plaid, 
 
 Her golden brooch, such birth betray'd. 
 
 And seldom was a snood amid 250 
 
 Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid, 
 
 Whose glossy black to shame might bring 
 
 The plumage of the raven's wing; 
 
 And seldom o'er a breast so fair, 
 
 Mantled a plaid with modest care, 255 
 
 And never brooch the folds combined 
 
 Above a heart more good and kind. 
 
 Her kindness and her worth to spy, 
 
 You need but gaze on Ellen's eye ; 
 
 Not Katrine, in her mirror blue, 260 
 
 Gives back the shaggy banks more true, 
 
 Than every free-born glance confess'd 
 
 The guileless movements of her breast ; 
 
 Whether joy danced in her dark eye 
 
 Or woe or pity claim'd a sigh, 265 
 
 Or filial love was glowing there, 
 
 Or meek devotion pour'd a prayer, 
 
 Or tale of injury call'd forth 
 
 The indignant spirit of the North. 
 
 One only passion unreveal'd, 270 
 
 With maiden pride and maid conceal'd, 
 
 Yet not less purely felt the flame; 
 
 O need I tell that passion's name ! 
 
 XVI 
 
 Impatient of the silent horn, 
 
 Now on the gale her voice was borne : — 275 
 
 "Father !" she cried ; the rocks around 
 
 Loved to prolong the gentle sound. 
 
 A while she paused, no answer came, — 
 
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 "Malcolm, was thine the blast?" the name 
 
 Less resolutely utter'd fell, 280 
 
 The echoes could not catch the swell. 
 
 "A stranger I," the Huntsuian said, 
 
 Advancing from the hazel shade. 
 
 The maid, alarmed, with hasty oar, 
 
 Push'd her light shallop from the shore, 285 
 
 And when a space was gain'd between, 
 
 Closer she drew her bosom's screen; 
 
 (So forth the startled swan would swing, 
 
 So turn to prune his ruffled wing.) 
 
 Then safe, though flutter'd and amazed, 290 
 
 She paused, and on the stranger gazed. 
 
 Not his the form, nor his the eye, 
 
 That youthful maidens wont to fly. 
 
 XVII 
 
 On his bold visage middle age 
 
 Had slightly press'd its signet sage, 295 
 
 Yet had not quench'd the open truth 
 
 And fiery vehemence of youth; 
 
 Forward and frolic glee was there, 
 
 The will to do, the soul to dare, 
 
 The sparkling glance, soon blown te 300 
 
 Of hasty love, or headlong ire. 
 
 His limbs were cast in manly mould, 
 
 For hardy sports or contest bold; 
 
 And though in peaceful garb array'd, 
 
 And weaponless, except his blade, 305 
 
 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 trode the shore. 
 
 Slighting the petty need he show'd, 810 
 
The Lady of the Lake 25 
 
 He told of his benighted road; 
 
 His ready speech flow'd fair and free, 
 
 In phrase of gentlest courtesy ; 
 
 Yet seem'd that tone, and' gesture bland, 
 
 Less used to sue than to command. 315 
 
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 A while the maid the stranger eyed, 
 
 And, reassured, at length replied, 
 
 That Highland halls were open still 
 
 To wilder'd wanderers of the hill. 
 
 "Nor think you unexpected come 320 
 
 To yon lone isle, our desert home; 
 
 Before the heath had lost the dew, 
 
 This morn, a couch was pull'd for you; 
 
 On yonder mountain's purple head 
 
 Have ptarmigan and heath-cock bled, 325 
 
 And ou" broad nets have swept the mere 
 
 To ' ih forth your evening cheer." — 
 
 "Now, by the rood, my lovely maid, 
 
 Your courtesy has err'd," he said; 
 
 "No right have I to claim, misplaced, 330 
 
 The welcome of expected guest. 
 
 Aw?* 1 ' ^re by fortune tost, 
 
 M v ^ t nds, my courser lost. 
 
 I ne'er before, believe me, fair, 
 
 Have ever drawn your mountain air, 335 
 
 Till on this lake's romantic strand, 
 
 I found a fay in fairy land!" — 
 
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 "I well believe," the maid replied, 
 
 As her light skiff approached the side, 
 
 "I well believe, that ne'er before 340 
 
 Your foot has trod Loch Katrine's shore; 
 
26 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 But jet, as far as yesternight, 
 
 Old Allan-bane foretold jour plight, 
 
 A graj-haired sire, whose eye intent 
 
 Was on the visioned future bent. 345 
 
 He saw your steed, a dappled gray, 
 
 Lie dead beneath the birchen way ; 
 
 Painted exact your form and mien, 
 
 Your hunting suit of Lincoln green, 
 
 That tasselled horn so gayly gilt, 350 
 
 That falchion's crooked blade and hilt, 
 
 That cap with heron plumage trim, 
 
 And yon two hounds so dark and grim. 
 
 He bade that all should ready be 
 
 To grace a guest of fair degree; 355 
 
 But light I held his prophecy, 
 
 And deemed it was my father's horn 
 
 Whose echoes o'er the lake were borne." 
 
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 The stranger smiled: — Since to your home 
 
 A destined errant-knight I come, 360 
 
 Announced by prophet sooth and old, 
 
 Doomed, doubtless, for achievement bold, 
 
 I'll lightly front each high emprise 
 
 For one kind glance of those bright eyes. 
 
 Permit me first the task to guide 365 
 
 Your fair frigate o'er the tide." 
 
 The maid, with smile suppressed and sly, 
 
 The toil unwonted saw him try; 
 
 For seldom, sure, if e'er before, 
 
 His noble hand had grasped an oar: 370 
 
 Yet with main strength his strokes he drew, 
 
 And o'er the lake the shallop flew ; 
 
 With heads erect and whimpering cry, 
 
 The hounds behind their passage ply. 
 
 
 
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 Nor frequent does the bright oar break, 375 
 
 The darkening mirror of the lake, 
 Until the rocky isle they reach, 
 And moor their shallop on the beach. 
 
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 The stranger viewed the shore around ; 
 
 'T was all so close with copsewood bound, 380 
 
 Nor track nor pathway might declare 
 
 That human foot frequented there, 
 
 Until the mountain maiden showed 
 
 A clambering unsuspected road, 
 
 That winded through the tangled screen, 385 
 
 And opened on a narrow green, 
 
 Where weeping birch and willow round 
 
 With their long fibres swept the ground 
 
 Here, for retreat in dangerous hour, 
 
 Some chief had framed a rustic bower. 390 
 
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 It was a lodge of ample size, 
 
 But strange of structure and device; 
 
 Of such materials as around 
 
 The workman's hand had readiest found. 
 
 Due westward, fronting to the green, 395 
 
 A rural portico was seen, 
 
 Aloft on native pillars borne, 
 
 Of mountain fir with bark unshorn, 
 
 Where Ellen's hand had taught to twine 
 
 The ivy and Idasan vine, 400 
 
 The clematis, the favored flower 
 
 Which boasts the name of virgin-bower, 
 
 And every hardy plant could bear 
 
28 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 Loch Katrine's keen and searching air. 
 
 An instant in this porch she stayed, 405 
 
 And gayly to the stranger said: 
 
 'On heaven and on thy lady call, 
 
 And enter the enchanted hall!' 
 
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 'My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, 
 
 My gentle guide, in following thee!' — 410 
 
 He crossed the threshold, — and a clang 
 
 Of angry steel that instant rang. 
 
 To his bold brow his spirit rushed, 
 
 But soon for vain alarm he blushed, 
 
 When on the floor he saw displayed, 415 
 
 Cause of the din, a naked blade 
 
 Dropped from the sheath, that careless flung 
 
 Upon a stag's huge antlers swung; 
 
 For all around, the walls to grace, 
 
 Hung trophies of the fight or chase : 420 
 
 A target there, a bugle here, 
 
 A battle-axe, a hunting-spear, 
 
 And broadswords, bows, and arrows store, 
 
 With the tusked trophies of the boar. 
 
 Here grins the wolf as when he died, 425 
 
 And there the wild-cat's brindled hide 
 
 The frontlet of the elk adorns, 
 
 Or mantles o'er the bison's horns; 
 
 Pennons and flags defaced and stained, 
 
 That blackening streaks of blood retained, 430 
 
 And deer-skins, dappled, dun, and white, 
 
 With otter's fur and seal's unite, 
 
 In rude and uncouth tapestry all, 
 
 To garnish forth the sylvan hall. 
 
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 XXIV 
 
 The wondering stranger round him gazed, 435 
 
 And next the fallen weapon raised : — 
 
 Few were the arms whose sinewy strength 
 
 Sufficed to stretch it forth at length. 
 
 And as the brand he poised and swayed, 440 
 
 "I never knew but one,' -1 he said, 
 
 "Whose stalwart arm might brook to wield 
 
 A blade like this in battle-field." 
 
 She sighed, then smiled and took the word: 
 
 "You see the guardian champion's sword." 445 
 
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 The mistress of the mansion came, 
 
 Mature of age, a graceful dame, 
 
 Whose easy step and stately port 
 
 Had well become a princely court, 
 
 To whom, though more than kindred knew, 450 
 
 Young Ellen gave a mother's due. 
 
 Meet welcome to her guest she made, 
 
 And every courteous rite was paid 
 
 That hospitality could claim, 
 
 Though all unasked his birth and name. 455 
 
 Such then the reverence to a guest, 
 
 That fellest foe might join the feast, 
 
 And from his deadliest foeman's door 
 
 Unquestioned turn, the banquet o'er. 
 
 At length his rank the stranger names, 460 
 
 "The Knight of Snowdoun, James Fitz-James; 
 
 Lord of a barren heritage, 
 
 Which his brave sires, from age to age, 
 
 By their good swords had held with toil; 
 
 His sire had fallen in such turmoil, 465 
 
 And he, God wot, was forced to stand 
 
30 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 Oft for his right with blade in hand. 
 
 This morning with Lord Moray's train 
 
 He chased a stalwart stag in vain, 
 
 Outstripped his comrades, missed the deer, 470 
 
 Lost his good steed, and wandered here." 
 
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 Fain would the Knight in turn require 
 
 The name and state of Ellen's sire. 
 
 Well showed the elder lady's mien 
 
 That courts and cities she had seen; 475 
 
 Ellen, though more her looks displayed 
 
 The simple grace of sylvan maid, 
 
 In speech and gesture, form and face, 
 
 Showed she was come of gentle race. 
 
 'T were strange in ruder rank to find 480 
 
 Such looks, such manners, and such mind. 
 
 Each hint the Knight of Snowdoun gave, 
 
 Dame Margaret heard with silence grave; 
 
 Or Ellen, innocently gay, 
 
 Turned all inquiry light away. 485 
 
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 The hall was cleared, — the stranger's bed, 
 
 Was there of mountain heather spread, 
 
 Where oft a hundred guests had lain, 
 
 And dreamed their forest sports again. 
 
 But vainly did the heath-flower shed 490 
 
 Its moorland fragrance round his head ; 
 
 Not Ellen's spell had lulled to rest 
 
 The fever of his troubled breast. 
 
 In broken dreams the image rose 
 
 Of varied perils, pains, and woes : 495 
 
 His steed now flounders in the brake, 
 
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 Now sinks his barge upon the lake; 
 
 Now leader of a broken host, 
 
 His standard falls, his honor's lost. 
 
 Then, — from my couch may heavenly might 500 
 
 Chase that worst phantom of the night ! — 
 
 Again returned the scenes of youth, 
 
 Of confident, undoubting truth ; 
 
 Again his soul he interchanged 
 
 With friends whose hearts were long estranged. 505 
 
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 At length, with Ellen in a grove 
 
 He seemed to walk and speak of love; 
 
 She listened with a blush and sigh, 
 
 His suit was warm, his hopes were high. 
 
 He sought her yielded hand to clasp, 510 
 
 And a cold gauntlet met his grasp : 
 
 The phantom's sex was changed and gone, 
 
 Upon its head a helmet shone ; 
 
 Slowly enlarged to giant size, 
 
 With darkened cheek and threatening eyes, 515 
 
 The grisly visage, stern and hoar, 
 
 To Ellen still a likeness bore. — 
 
 He woke, and, panting with affright, 
 
 Recalled the vision of the night. 
 
 The hearth's decaying brands were red, 520 
 
 And deep and dusky lustre shed, 
 
 Half showing, half concealing, all 
 
 The uncouth trophies of the hall. 
 
 Mid those the stranger fixed his eye 
 
 Where that huge falchion hung on high, 525 
 
 And thoughts on thoughts, a countless throng, 
 
 Rushed, chasing countless thoughts along, 
 
 Until, the giddy whirl to cure, 
 
 He rose and sought the moonshine pure. 
 
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 The wild rose, eglantine, and broom 530 
 
 Wasted around their rich perfume ; 
 
 The birch-trees wept in fragrant balm ; 
 
 The aspens slept beneath the calm ; 
 
 The silver light, with quivering glance, 
 
 Played on the water's still expanse, — 535 
 
 Wild were the heart whose passion's sway 
 
 Could rage beneath the sober ray ! 
 
 He felt its calm, that warrior guest, 
 
 While thus he communed with his breast: — 
 
 'Why is it, at each turn I trace 540 
 
 Some memory of that exiled race? 
 
 Can I not mountain maiden spy, 
 
 But she must bear the Douglas-eye? 
 
 Can I not view a Highland brand, 
 
 But it must match the Douglas hand ? 545 
 
 Can I not frame a fevered dream, 
 
 But still the Douglas is the theme? 
 
 I'll dream no more, — by manly mind 
 
 Not even in sleep is will resigned. 
 
 My midnight orisons said o'er, 550 
 
 I'll turn to rest, and dream no more.' 
 
 His midnight orisons he told, 
 
 A prayer with every bead of gold, 
 
 Consigned to heaven his cares and woes, 
 
 And sunk in undisturbed repose, 555 
 
 Until the heath-cock shrilly crew, 
 
 And morning dawned on Benvenue. 
 
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 CANTO SECOND 
 THE ISLAND 
 
 The second canto deals with the events of the second 
 day. Early in the morning Fitz James is furnished 
 with a guide and takes his departure. Ellen watches 
 him with interest and the old minstrel wafts him on his 
 way with a song, which continues until the boat reaches 
 the opposite shore. Fitz James lingers on the beach for 
 a moment, hoping to receive a final token of farewell. 
 
 While yet he loitered on the spot, 
 
 It seemed as Ellen marked him not; 
 
 But when he turned him to the glade, 
 
 One courteous parting sign she made ; 
 
 And after, oft the knight would say, 5 
 
 That not when prize of festal day, 
 
 Was dealt him by the brightest fair 
 
 Who e'er wore jewel in her hair 
 
 So highly did his bosom swell 
 
 As at that simple mute farewell. 10 
 
 Now with a trusty mountain-guide, 
 
 And his dark stag-hounds by his side, 
 
 He parts, — the maid, unconscious still, 
 
 Watched him wind slowly round the hill ; 
 
 But when his stately form was hid, 15 
 
 The guardian in her bosom chid, — 
 
 "Thy Maloelm! vain and selfish maid!" 
 
 'Twas thus upbraiding conscience said, — 
 
 "Not so had Malcolm idly hung 
 
 On the smooth phrase of Southern tongue; 20 
 
34 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 Not so had Malcolm strained his eye 
 
 Another step than thine to spy." — 
 
 "Wake, Allan-bane," aloud she cried 
 
 To the old minstrel by her side, — ' 
 
 "Arouse thee from thy moody dream ! 25 
 
 I'll give thy harp heroic theme, 
 
 And warm thee with a noble name; 
 
 Pour forth the glory of the Graeme!" 
 
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 The minstrel waked his harp, — three times 
 
 Arose the well-known martial chimes, 30 
 
 And thrice their high heroic pride 
 
 In melancholy murmurs died. 
 
 "Vainly thou bidst, O noble maid," 
 
 Clasping his withered hands, he said, 
 
 "Vainly thou bidst me wake the strain, 35 
 
 Though all unwont to bid in vain. 
 
 Alas! than mine a mightier hand 
 
 Has tuned my harp, my strings has spanned ! 
 
 I touch the chords of joy, but low 
 
 And mournful answer notes of woe ; 40 
 
 And the proud march which victors tread 
 
 Sinks in the wailing for the dead. 
 
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 "But ah ! dear lady, thus it sighed, 
 
 The eve thy sainted mother died ; 
 
 And such the sounds which, while I strove 45 
 
 To wake a lay of war or love, 
 
 Came marring all the festal mirth, 
 
 Appalling me who gave them birth, 
 
 And, disobedient to my call, 
 
 Wailed loud through Bothwell's bannered' hall, 50 
 
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 Ere Douglases, to ruin driven. 
 
 Were exiled from their native heaven. — 
 
 O! if yet worse mishap and woe 
 
 My master's house* must undergo, 
 
 Or aught but weal to Ellen fair 55 
 
 Brood in these accents of despair, 
 
 No future bard, sad Harp ! shall fling 
 
 Triumph or rapture from thy string ; 
 
 One short, one final strain shall flow, 
 
 Fraught with unutterable woe, 60 
 
 Then shivered shall thy fragments lie, 
 
 Thy master cast him down and die!" 
 
 IV 
 
 Soothing she answered him: "Assuage, 
 
 Mine honored friend, the fears of age ; 
 
 All melodies to thee are known 65 
 
 That harp has rung or pipe has blown, 
 
 In Lowland vale or Highland glen, 
 
 From Tweed to Spey — what marvel, then, 
 
 At times unbidden notes should rise, 
 
 Confusedly bound in memory's ties, 70 
 
 Entangling, as they rush along, 
 
 The war-march with the funeral song?" — 
 
 Her smile, her speech, with winning sway, 
 
 Wiled the old Harper's mood away. 
 
 With such a look as hermits throw, 75 
 
 When angels stoop to soothe their woe, 
 
 He gazed, till fond regret and pride 
 
 Thrilled to a tear, then thus replied: 
 
 "Loveliest and best! thou little know'st 
 
 The rank, the honors, thou hast lost! 80 
 
 O, might I live to see thee grace, 
 
 In Scotland's court, thy birthright place, 
 
36 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 To see my favorite's step advance 
 
 The lightest in the courtly dance. 
 
 The cause of every gallant's sigh, 69 
 
 And leading star of every eye, 
 
 And theme of every minstrel's art, 
 
 The Lady of the Bleeding Heart !" 
 
 "Fair dreams are these," the maiden cried, — 
 
 Light was her accent, yet she sighed, — 90 
 
 "Yet is this mossy rock to me 
 
 Worth splendid chair and canopy; 
 
 Nor would my footstep spring more gay 
 
 In courtly dance than blithe strathspey, 
 
 Nor half so pleased mine ear incline 95 
 
 To royal minstrel's lay as thine." 
 
 The ancient bard her glee repressed: 
 
 "111 hast thou chosen theme for jest! 
 
 For who, through all this western wild, 
 
 Named Black Sir Roderick e'er, and smiled? 100 
 
 In Holy-Rood a knight he slew ; 
 
 I saw, when back the dirk he drew, 
 
 Courtiers give place before the stride 
 
 Of the undaunted homicide ; 
 
 And since, though outlawed, hath his hand 105 
 
 Full sternly kept his mountain land. 
 
 Who else dared give — ah! woe the day, 
 
 That I such hated truth should say ! — 
 
 The Douglas, like a stricken deer, 
 
 Disowned by every noble peer, 110 
 
 Even the rude refuge we have here ? 
 
 Alas, this wild marauding Chief 
 
 Alone might hazard our relief, 
 
 And now thy maiden charms expand, 
 
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 Looks for his guerdon in thy hand; 115 
 
 Full soon may dispensation sought, 
 
 To back his suit, from Rome be brought. 
 
 Then, though an exile on the hill, 
 
 Thy father, as the Douglas, still 
 
 Be held in reverence and fear; 120 
 
 That thou mightst guide with silken thread, 
 
 Slave of thy will, this chieftain-dread, 
 
 Yet, O loved maid, thy mirth refrain ! 
 
 Thy hand is on a lion's mane." — 125 
 
 VI 
 
 "Minstrel," the maid replied, and high 
 
 Her father's soul glanced from her eye, 
 
 "My debts to Roderick's house I know: 
 
 All that a mother could bestow 
 
 To Lady Margaret's care I owe, 130 
 
 Since first an orphan in the wild 
 
 She sorrowed o'er her sister's child; 
 
 To her brave chieftain son, from ire 
 
 Of Scotland's king who shrouds my sire, 
 
 A deeper, holier debt is owed; 135 
 
 And, could I pay it with my blood, 
 
 Allan ! Sir Roderick should command 
 
 My blood, my life, — but not my hand, 
 
 Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell 
 
 A votaress in Maronnan's cell; 140 
 
 Rather through realms beyond the sea, 
 
 Seeking the world's cold charity, 
 
 Where ne'er was spoke a Scottish word, 
 
 And ne'er the name of Douglas heard, 
 
 An outcast pilgrim will she rove, 145 
 
 Than wed the man she cannot love. 
 
 To change such odious theme were best, — 
 
 What think'st thou of our stranger guest?" — 
 
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 VII 
 
 "What think I of him? — woe the while 
 
 That brought such wanderer to our isle! 150 
 
 Thy father's battle-brand, of yore 
 
 For Tine-man forged by fairy lore, 
 
 What time he leagued, no longer foes, 
 
 His Border spears with Hotspur's bows, 
 
 Did, self-unscabbarded foreshow 155 
 
 The footstep of a secret foe. 
 
 If courtly spy hath harbored here, 
 
 What may we for the Douglas fear? 
 
 What for this island, deemed of old 160 
 
 Clan- Alpine's last and surest hold? 
 
 Beware! — But hark! what sounds are these? 
 
 My dull ears catch no faltering breeze, 
 
 No weeping birch nor aspens wake, 
 
 Nor breath is dimpling in the lake; 165 
 
 Still is the canna's hoary beard, 
 
 Yet, by my minstrel faith, I heard — 
 
 And hark again ! some pipe of war 
 
 Sends the bold pibroch from afar." 
 
 VIII 
 
 Far up the lengthened lake were spied 170 
 
 Four darkening specks upon the tide, 
 
 That, slow enlarging on the view, 
 
 Four manned and masted barges grew, 
 
 And, bearing downwards from Glengyle, 
 
 Steered full upon the lonely isle; 175 
 
 The point of Brianchoil they passed, 
 
 And, to the windward as they cast, 
 
 Against the sun they gave to shine 
 
 The bold Sir Roderick's bannered Pine. 
 
 Nearer and nearer as they bear, 180 
 
 Spears, pikes, and axes flash in air. 
 
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 Now might you see the tartans brave, 
 
 And plaids and plumage dance and wave : 
 
 Now see the bonnets sink and rise, 
 
 As his tough oar the rower plies; 185 
 
 See, flashing at each sturdy stroke, 
 
 The wave ascending into smoke ; 
 
 See the proud pipers on the bow, 
 
 And mark the gaudy streamers flow 
 
 From their loud chanters down, and sweep 190 
 
 The furrowed bosom of the deep, 
 
 As, rushing through the lake amain, 
 
 They plied the ancient Highland strain. 
 
 IX 
 
 Ever, as on they bore, more loud 
 
 And louder rung the pibroch proud. 195 
 
 At first the sounds, by distance tame; 
 
 Mellowed along the waters came, 
 
 And, lingering long by cape and bay, 
 
 Wailed every harsher note away. 
 
 Then bursting bolder on the ear, 200 
 
 The clan's shrill Gathering they could hear, 
 
 Those thrilling sounds that call the might 
 
 Of old Clan-Alpine to the fight. 
 
 Thick beat the rapid notes, as when 
 
 The mustering hundreds shake the glen, 205 
 
 And hurrying at the signal dread, 
 
 The battered earth returns their tread, 
 
 Then prelude light, of livelier tone, 
 
 Expressed their merry marching on, 
 
 Ere peal of closing battle rose, 210 
 
 With mingled outcry, shrieks, and blows ; 
 
 And mimic din of stroke and ward, 
 
 As broadsword upon target jarred; 
 
 And groaning pause, ere yet again, 
 
40 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 Condensed, the battle yelled amain: 215 
 
 The rapid charge, the rallying shout, 
 Retreat borne headlong into rout; 
 And bursts of triumph, to declare 
 Clan-Alpine's conquest — all were there. 
 Nor ended thus the strain, but slow 220 
 
 Sunk in a moan prolonged and low, 
 And changed the conquering clarion swell 
 For wild lament o'er those that fell. 
 
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 The war-pipes ceased, but lake and hill 
 
 Were busy with their echoes still ; 225 
 
 And, when they slept, a vocal strain 
 
 Bade their hoarse chorus wake again 
 
 While loud a hundred clansmen raise 
 
 Their voices in their Chieftain's praise. 
 
 Each boatman, bending to his oar, 230 
 
 With measured sweep the burden bore. 
 
 In such wild cadence as the breeze 
 
 Makes through the December leafless trees. 
 
 The chorus first could Allan know, 
 
 "Roderick Vich Alpine, ho! iro!" 235 
 
 And near, and nearer as they rowed, 
 
 Distinct the martial ditty flowed. 
 
 XI 
 BOAT SONG. 
 
 Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! 
 
 Honored and blessed be the ever-green Pine.' , 
 Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, 240 
 
 Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! 
 Heaven send it happy dew, 
 Earth lend it sap anew, 
 Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow, 
 
 While every Highland glen 245 
 
 Sends our shout back again, 
 
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 "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe! 11 
 Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain, 
 
 Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade; 
 When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf 
 
 on the mountain 250 
 
 The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade. 
 Moored in the rifted rock, 
 Proof to the tempest's shock, 
 Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; 
 
 Menteith and Breadalbane, then, 255 
 
 Echo his praise again, 
 "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe !" 
 
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 Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin, 
 
 And Bannochar's groans to our slogan replied; 
 Glen Luss and Ross-dhu, they are smoking in ruin, 260 
 And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side. 
 
 Widow and Saxon maid 
 
 Long shall lament our raid, 
 Think of Clan-Alpine with fear and with woe; 
 
 Lennox and Leven-glen 265 
 
 Shake when they hear again, 
 "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe !" 
 
 Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands ! 
 
 Stretch to your oars for the ever-green Pine ! 
 O that the rosebud that graces yon islands 270 
 
 Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine ! 
 
 O that some seedling gem, 
 
 Worthy such noble stem, 
 Honored and blessed in their shadow might grow ! 
 
 Loud should Clan-Alpine then 275 
 
 Ring from her deepmost glen, 
 "Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe !" 
 
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 XIII 
 
 With all her joyful female band 
 
 Had Lady Margaret sought the strand. 
 
 Loose on the breeze their tresses flew, 280 
 
 And high their snowy arms they threw, 
 
 As echoing back with shrill acclaim, 
 
 And chorus wild, the Chieftain's name ; 
 
 While, prompt to please, with mother's art, 
 
 The darling passion of his heart, 285 
 
 The Dame called Ellen to the strand, 
 
 To greet her kinsman ere he land : 
 
 "Come, loiterer, come! a Douglas thou, 
 
 And shun to wreathe a victor's brow?" 
 
 Reluctantly and slow, the maid 290 
 
 The unwelcome summoning obeyed, 
 
 And when a distant bugle rung, 
 
 In the mid-path aside she sprung: — 
 
 "List, Allan-bane ! From mainland cast 
 
 I hear my father's signal blast. 295 
 
 Be ours," she cried, "skiff to guide, 
 
 And waft him from the mountain-side." 
 
 Then, like a sunbeam, swift and bright, 
 
 She darted to her shallop light, 
 
 And, eagerly while Roderick scanned, 300 
 
 For her dear form, his mother's band, 
 
 The islet far behind her lay, 
 
 And she had landed in the bay. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Some feelings are to mortals given 
 
 With less of earth in them than heaven; 
 
 And if there be a human tear 305 
 
 From passion's dross refined and clear, 
 
 A tear so limpid and so meek 
 
 It would not stain an angel's cheek, 
 
 'Tis that which pious fathers shed 
 
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 Upon a duteous daughter's head! 310 
 
 And as the Douglas to his breast 
 
 His darling Ellen closely pressed, 
 
 Such holy drops her tresses steeped, 
 
 Though 't was an hero's eye that weeped. 
 
 Nor while on Ellen's faltering tongue 315 
 
 Her filial welcomes crowded hung, 
 
 Marked she that fear — affection's proof — 
 
 Still held a graceful youth aloof; 
 
 No! not till Douglas named his name, 
 
 Although the youth was Malcolm Graeme. 320 
 
 Of statute fair, 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, 325 
 
 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 ; 330 
 
 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 mountaineer: 
 
 Right up Ben Lomond could he press, 335 
 
 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 ; 340 
 
 It danced as lightsome in his breast 
 
 As played the feather on his crest. 
 
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 Yet friends, who nearest knew the youth, 
 
 His scorn of wrong, his zeal for truth, 
 
 And bards, who saw his features bold 345 
 
 When kindled by the tales of old, 
 
 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. 350 
 
 KVI 
 
 Now back they wend their watery way, 
 
 And, "O my sire I" did Ellen say, 
 
 "Why urge thy chase so far astray? 
 
 And why so late returned? And why' 1 — 
 
 The rest was in her speaking eye. 355 
 
 "My child, the chase I follow far, 
 
 'T is mimicry of noble war; 
 
 And with that gallant pastime reft 
 
 Were all of Douglas I have left. 
 
 I met young Malcolm as I strayed 360 
 
 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, 365 
 
 And through the passes of the wood 
 
 Guided my steps, not unpursued ; 
 
 And Roderick shall his welcome make, 
 
 Despite old spleen, for Douglas' sake. 
 
 Then must he seek Strath-Endrick glen, 370 
 
 Nor peril aught for me again. 11 
 
 XVII 
 
 Sir Roderick, who to meet them came, 
 Reddened at sight of Malcolm Graeme, 
 
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 Yet, not in action, word, or eye, 
 
 Failed aught in hospitality. 375 
 
 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 380 
 
 That evil were the news he heard. 
 
 Deep thought seemed toiling in his head; 
 
 Yet was the evening banquet made 
 
 Ere he assembled round the flame 
 
 His mother, Douglas, and the Graeme, 385 
 
 And Ellen too ; then cast around 
 
 His eyes, then fixed them on the ground, 
 
 As studying phrase that might avail 
 
 Best to convey unpleasant tale. 
 
 Long with his dagger's hilt he played, 390 
 
 Then raised his haughty brow, and said : — 
 
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 "Short be my speech; — nor time affords, 
 
 Nor my plain temper, glozing words. 
 
 Kinsman and father, — if such name 
 
 Douglas vouchsafe to Roderick's- claim ; 395 
 
 Mine honored mother; — Ellen, — why, 
 
 My cousin, turn away thine eye? — 
 
 And Graeme, in whom I hope to know 
 
 Full soon a noble friend or foe, 
 
 When age shall give thee thy command, 400 
 
 And leading in thy native land, — 
 
 List all ! — The King's vindictive pride 
 
 Boasts to have tamed the Border-side, 
 
 Where chiefs, with hound and hawk who came 
 
 To share their monarch's sylvan game, 405 
 
 Themselves in bloody toils were snared, 
 
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 And when the banquet they prepared, 
 
 And wide their loyal portals flung, 
 
 O'er their own gateway struggling hung. 
 
 Loud cries their blood from Meggat's mead, 410 
 
 From Yarow braes and banks of Tweed, 
 
 Where the lone streams of Ettrick glide, 
 
 And from the silver Teviot's side ; 
 
 The dales, where martial clans did ride, 
 
 Are now one sheep-walk, waste and wide. 415 
 
 This tyrant of the Scottish throne, 
 
 So faithless and so ruthless known, 
 
 Now hither comes; his end the same, 
 
 The same pretext of sylvan game. 
 
 What grace for Highland Chiefs, judge ye 420 
 
 By fate of Border chivalry. 
 
 Yet more; amid Glenfinlas' green, 
 
 Douglas, thy stately form was seen. 
 
 This by espial sure I know : 
 
 Your counsel in the streight I show. 11 425 
 
 XIX 
 
 Ellen and Margaret fearfully 
 
 Sought comfort in each other's eye, 
 
 Then turned their ghastly look, each one, 
 
 This to her sire, that to her son. 
 
 The hasty color went and came 430 
 
 In the bold cheek of Malcolm Graeme, 
 
 But from his glance it well appeared 
 
 'T was but for Ellen that he feared; 
 
 While, sorrowful, but undismayed, 
 
 The Douglas thus his counsel said : 435 
 
 "Brave Roderick, though the tempest roar, 
 
 It may but thunder and pass o'er; 
 
 Nor will I here remain an hour, 
 
 To draw the lightning on thy bower; 
 
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 For well thou know'st, at this gray head 440 
 
 The royal bolt was 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. 445 
 
 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 450 
 
 The stern pursuit be passed and o'er," — 
 
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 "No, by mine honor," Roderick said, 
 
 "So help me Heaven, and my good blade! 
 
 No, never! Blasted be yon Pine, 
 
 My father's ancient crest and mine, 455 
 
 If from its shade in danger part 
 
 The lineage of the Bleeding Heart! 
 
 Hear my blunt speech: grant me this maid 
 
 To wife, thy counsel to mine aid; 
 
 To Douglas, leagued with Roderick Dhu, 460 
 
 Will friends and allies flock enow; 
 
 Like cause of doubt, distrust, and grief, 
 
 Will bind to us each Western Chief. 
 
 When the loud pipes my bridal tell, 
 
 The Links of Forth shall hear the knell, 465 
 
 The guards shall start in Stirling's porch; 
 
 And when I light the nuptial torch, 
 
 A thousand villages in flames 
 
 Shall scare the slumbers of King James ! — 
 
 Nay, Ellen, blench not thus away, 470 
 
 And, mother, cease these signs, I pray ; 
 
 I meant not all my heat might say. — 
 
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 Small need of inroad or of fight, 
 
 When the sage Douglas may unite 
 
 Each mountain clan in friendly band, 475- 
 
 To guard the passes of their land, 
 
 Till the foiled King from pathless glen 
 
 Shall bootless turn him home again." 
 
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 -There are who have, at midnight hour, 480 
 
 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, 
 
 Till wakened by the morning beam; 485 
 
 When, dazzled by the eastern glow, 
 
 Such startler cast his glance below, 
 
 And saw unmeasured depth around, 
 
 And heard un intermitted sound, 
 
 And thought the battled fence so frail, 490 
 
 It waved like cobweb in the gale; — 
 
 Amid his senses' giddy wheel 1 , 
 
 Did he not desperate impulse feel, 
 
 Headlong to plunge himself below, 
 
 And meet the worst his fears foreshow? 495 
 
 Thus Ellen, dizzy and astound, 
 
 As sudden ruin yawned around, 
 
 By crossing terrors wildly tossed, 
 
 Still for the Douglas fearing most, 
 
 Could scarce the desperate thought withstand, 500 
 
 To buy his safety with her hand. 
 
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 Such purpose dread could Malcolm spy 
 In Ellen's quivering lip and eye, 
 And eager rose to speak, — but ere 
 
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 His tongue could hurry forth his fear, 505 
 
 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, 510 
 
 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. 515 
 
 It may not be, — forgive her, Chief, 
 
 Nor hazard aught for our relief. 
 
 Against his sovereign, Douglas ne'er 
 
 Will level a rebellious spear. 
 
 'T was I that taught his youthful hand 520 
 
 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. 525 
 
 0, seek the grace you well may find, 
 
 Without a cause to mine combined!' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Twice through the hall the Chieftain strode ; 
 
 The waving of his tartans broad, 
 
 And darkened brow, where wounded pride 530 
 
 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; 535 
 
 But, unrequited Love! thy dart 
 
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 Plunged deepest its envenomed smart, 
 
 And Roderick, with thine anguish stung, 
 
 At length the hand of Douglas wrung, 
 
 While eyes that mocked at tears before 540 
 
 With hitter drops were running o'er. 
 
 The death-pangs of long-cherished hope 
 
 Scarce in that ample breast had scope, 
 
 But, struggling with his spirit proud, 
 
 Convulsive heaved its checkered shroud, 545 
 
 While every sol> — 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, 550 
 
 To aid her parting steps, the Graeme. 
 
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 Then Roderick from the Douglas broke — 
 
 As flashes flame through sable smoke. 
 
 With stalwart grasp his hand he laid 
 
 On Malcolm's breast and belted plaid: 555 
 
 ''Back, beardless boy!" he sternly said, 
 
 "Back, minion! holdst thou thus at naught. 
 
 The lesson I so lately taught? 
 
 This roof, the Douglas, and that maid, 
 
 Thank thou for punishment delayed,' 1 560 
 
 Eager as greyhound on his game, 
 
 Fiercely with Roderick grappled Graeme. 
 
 "Perish my name, if aught afford 
 
 Its Chieftain safety save his sword!' 1 
 
 Thus as they strove their desperate hand 565 
 
 Griped to the dagger or the brand. 
 
 And death had been — but Douglas rose, 
 
 And thrust between the struggling foes, 
 
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 His giant strength: — "Chieftains, forego! 
 
 I hold the first who strikes my foe. 570 
 
 Madmen, forbear your frantic jar! 
 
 What! is the Douglas fallen so far, 
 
 His daughter's hand is deemed the spoil 
 
 Of such dishonorable broil?" 
 
 Sullen and slowly they unclasp, 575 
 
 As struck with shame, I heir desperate grasp, 
 
 And each upon his rival glared, 
 
 With foot advanced and blade half bared. 
 
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 Ere yet the brands aloft were flung, 
 
 Margaret on Roderick's mantle hung, 580 
 
 Ami 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 't were 585 
 
 Such cheek should feel the midnight air! 
 
 Malise, what ho!" — his henchman came: 
 
 "Give our safe-conduct to the Granne." 
 
 Young Malcolm answered, calm and bold : 
 
 "Fear nothing for thy favorite hold ; 590 
 
 The spot an angle deigned to grace 
 
 Is blessed, though robbers haunt the place. 
 
 Thy churlish courtesy for those 
 
 Reserve, who fear to be thy foes. 
 
 As safe to me the mountain way 595 
 
 At midnight as in blaze of day, 
 
 Though with his boldest at his back 
 
 Even Roderick Dim beset the track. — 
 
 Brave Douglas, — lovely Ellen, — nay, 
 
 Naught here of parting will I say. 600 
 
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 Earth does not hold a lonesome glen 
 So secret but we meet again. — 
 Chieftain! we too shall find an hour," — 
 He said, and left the sylvan bower. 
 
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 Old Allan followed to the strand— 605 
 
 Such was the Douglas's command — 
 
 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. 610 
 
 Much were the peril to the Graeme 
 
 From those who to the signal came; 
 
 Far up the lake 't were safest land, 
 
 Himself would row him to the strand 
 
 He gave his counsel to the wind, 615 
 
 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, — 620 
 
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 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, 625 
 
 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 Graeme 
 
 Who loves the chieftain of his name, 630 
 
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 Not long shall honored 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 naught, 635 
 
 Not 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; 640 
 
 And Allan strained his anxious eye, 
 
 Far mid the lake Ins form to spy, 
 
 Darkening across each puny wave, 
 
 To which the moon her silver gave. 
 
 Fast as the cormorant could skim, 645 
 
 The swimmer plied each active limb; 
 
 Then landing in the moonlight dell, 
 
 Loud shouted of his weal to tell 
 
 The Minstrel heard the far halloo, 
 
 And joyful from the shore withdrew. 650 
 
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 CANTO THIRD 
 THE GATHERING 
 
 The third canto is devoted almost entirely to the 
 gathering of the clan, and has but little connection 
 with the general trend of the story. The gathering 
 is accomplished by sending a special messenger to bear 
 the fiery cross through the domain over which Roderick 
 Dhu held sway. Concerning this symbol of destruc- 
 tion and death, Scott says : 
 
 "When a chieftain designed to summon his clan, 
 upon any sudden or important emergency, he slew a 
 goat, and making a cross of any light wood, seared its 
 extremities in the fire, and extinguished them in the 
 blood of the animal. This was called the Fiery Cross, 
 also Crean Tarigh, or the Cross of Shame, because 
 disobedience to what the symbol implied, inferred in- 
 famy. It was delivered to a swift and trusty messen- 
 ger, who ran full speed with it to the next hamlet, where 
 he presented it to the principal person, with a single 
 word, implying the place of rendezvous. He who re- 
 ceived the symbol was bound to send it forward, with 
 equal dispatch, to the next village; and thus it passed 
 with incredible celerity through all the district which 
 owed allegiance to the chief, and also among his allies 
 and neighbors, if the danger was common to them. At 
 sight of the Fiery Cross, every man, from sixteen years 
 old to sixty, capable of bearing arms, was obliged 
 instantly to repair, in his best arms and accoutrements, 
 to the place of rendezvous. He who failed to appear 
 suffered the extremities of fire and sword, which were 
 emblematically denounced to the disobedient by the 
 
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 bloody and burnt marks upon this warlike signal. Dur- 
 ing the civil war of 1745-6, the Fiery Cross often made 
 its circuit; and upon one occasion it passed through the 
 whole district of Breadalbane, a tract of thirty-two 
 miles, in three hours. The late Alexander Stewart, 
 Esq., of Invernahyle, described to me his having sent 
 round the Fiery Cross through the district of Appine, 
 during the same commotion. The coast was threatened 
 by a descent from two English frigates, and the flower 
 of the young men were with the army of Prince Charles 
 Edward, then in England; yet the summons was so 
 effectual that even old age and childhood obeyed it; 
 and a force was collected in a few hours, so numerous 
 and so enthusiastic, that all attempt at the intended 
 diversion upon the country of the absent warriors was 
 in prudence abandoned, as desperate." 
 
 The effect on this occasion is expressed in the fol- 
 lowing lines of the poem: 
 
 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. 
 
 Meantime Douglas, Ellen and the old minstrel leave 
 the island and seek shelter in Goblin's cave, a weird 
 nook in a steep hollow on the side of Benvenue, and 
 overhanging the southeastern extremity of Loch Kat- 
 
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 rine. The place was so wild that it was shunned by 
 the ignorant and superstitious Highlanders, who be- 
 lieved it to be the abode of evil spirits. For this reason 
 it afforded Douglas a safe retreat. 
 
 Malise, who started with the fiery cross, soon passed 
 his ensign on to another and departed for the border to 
 discover and report on the number and location of the 
 enemy. Roderick makes provision for the safety of the 
 women, children and old men of the clan, by placing 
 them on an island and mooring all the boats on its 
 shores, so they cannot be reached by the enemy in case 
 Clan Alpine is defeated in the expected battle. He 
 sends his followers forward to the designated meeting 
 place, and, attended by a single page to bear his sword, 
 lingers behind to investigate conditions at Goblin's cave. 
 As he approaches he hears Ellen singing the Ave Maria, 
 and feels that it is the last time he shall hear her voice. 
 After listening for a short time he departs with a heavy 
 heart, and without letting his presence be known, and 
 joins his men. 
 
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 CANTO FOURTH 
 THE PROPHECY 
 
 During the night Brian, the priest, tries by a weird 
 augury to foretell which party will win the coming 
 battle. Roderick sleeps apart from his men and in the 
 middle of the night he is aroused by Brian, who tells 
 him that after fearful experience he has learned the 
 sequel to the fight, which is stated in these words: 
 "Which spills the foremost foeman's life 
 That party conquers in the strife." 
 
 Roderick is pleased with this announcement, and tells 
 Brian that he is certain of victory, for a spy had 
 sought his land that morning and was being conducted 
 to an ambush where he was sure to be slain by some of 
 Roderick's men. This spy was Fitz James. During 
 the conversation Malise returns. When questioned by 
 Roderick concerning the foe, he replies : 
 
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 "At Doune, o'er many a spear and glaive 
 Two Barons proud their banners wave. 
 I saw the Moray's silver star, 
 And marked the sable pale of Mar." 
 "By Alpine's soul, high tidings those ! 5 
 
 I love to hear of worthy foes. 
 When move they on?" "To-morrow's noon 
 Will see them here for battle boune." 
 "Then shall it see a meeting stern ! 
 
 But, for the place, — say, couldst thou learn 10 
 
 Nought of the friendly clans of Earn? 
 Strengthened by them, we well might bide 
 The battle on Benledi's side. 
 
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 Thou couldst not? — well! Clan- Alpine's men 
 
 Shall man the Trosachs' shaggy glen ; 15 
 
 Within 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 — 20 
 
 Is it the breeze affects mine eye? 
 
 Or dost thou come, ill-omened tear! 
 
 A messenger of doubt or fear? 
 
 No! sooner may the Saxon lance 
 
 Unfix Benledi from his stance, 25 
 
 Than doubt or terror can pierce through 
 
 The unyielding heart of Roderick Dhu ! 
 
 'Tis stubborn as his trusty targe. 
 
 Each to his post ! — All know their charge.' ' 
 
 The pibroch sounds, the bands advance, 30 
 
 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. 
 
 Where is the Douglas? — he is gone; 35 
 
 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 1 — dear lad} r , trust! 40 
 
 With joy return; — he will — he must. 
 
 Well 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. 45 
 
 I saw their boats with many a light, 
 
 Floating the livelong yesternight, 
 
 Shifting like flashes darted forth 
 
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 By the red streamers of the north; 
 
 I marked at morn how close they ride, 50 
 
 Thick moored by the lone islet's side, 
 
 Like wild ducks couching in the fen 
 
 When swoops the hawk upon the glen. 
 
 Since this rude race dare not abide 
 
 The peril on the mainland side, 55 
 
 Shall not thy noble father's care 
 
 Some safe retreat for thee prepare?" 
 
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 "No, Allan, no ! Pretext so kind 
 
 My wakeful terrors could not blind. 
 
 When in such tender tone, yet grave, 60 
 
 Douglas a parting blessing gave, 
 
 The tear that glistened in his eye 
 
 Drowned not his purpose fixed and high. 
 
 My soul though feminine and weak, 
 
 Can image his ; e'en as the lake, 65 
 
 Itself disturbed by slightest stroke, 
 
 Reflects the invulnerable rock. 
 
 He hears report of battle rife, 
 
 He deems himself the cause of strife. 
 
 I saw him redden when the theme 70 
 
 Turned, Allan, on thine idle dream 
 
 Of Malcolm Graeme in fetters bound, 
 
 Which I, thou saidst, about him wound. 
 
 Think'st thou he trowed thine omen aught? 
 
 O no ! 't was apprehensive thought 75 
 
 For the kind youth, — for Roderick too — 
 
 Let me be just — that friend so true; 
 
 In danger both, and in our cause! 
 
 Minstrel, the Douglas dare not pause. 
 
 Why else that solemn warning given, 80 
 
 'If not on earth, we meet in heaven!' 
 
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 Why else, to Cambus-kenneth's fane, 
 
 If eve return him not again, 
 
 Am I to hie and make me known? 
 
 Alas ! he goes to Scotland's throne, 85 
 
 Buys his friends' safety with his own ; 
 
 He goes to do — what I had done, 
 
 Had Douglas' daughter been his son!" 
 
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 "Nay, lovely Ellen ! — dearest, nay ! 
 
 If aught should his return delay, 90 
 
 He only named yon holy fane 
 As fitting place to meet again. 
 Be sure he's safe; and for the Graeme, — 
 Heaven's blessing on his gallant name ! — 
 My visioned sight may yet prove true, 95 
 
 Nor bode of ill to him or you. 
 When did my gifted dream beguile? 
 Think of the stranger at the isle, 
 And think upon the harpings slow 
 
 That pressaged this approaching woe! 100 
 
 Sooth was my prophecy of fear; 
 Believe it when it augurs cheer. 
 Would we had left this dismal spot! 
 Ill luck still haunts a fairy grot. 
 
 Of such a wondrous talc I know — 105 
 
 Dear lady, change that look of woe, 
 My harp was wont thy grief to cheer." 
 "Well, be it as thou wilt; I hear, 
 But cannot stop the bursting tear.' ' 
 
 The minstrel tried his simple art, 110 
 
 But distant far was Ellen's heart. 
 
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 Just as the minstrel sounds were stayed, 
 A stranger climbed the steepy glade; 
 
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 His martial step, his stately mein, 
 
 His bunting-suit of Lincoln green, 115 
 
 His eagle glance, remembrance claims — 
 
 'T is Snowdoun's Knight, 't is James Fitz-James. 
 
 Ellen beheld as in a dream, 
 
 Then, starting, scarce suppressed a scream: 
 
 "O stranger! in such hour of fear 19.0 
 
 What evil hap has brought thee here?" 
 
 "An evil hap how can it be 
 
 That bids me look again on thee? 
 
 By promise bound, my former guide 
 
 Met me betimes this morning-tide, 125 
 
 And marshalled over bank and bourne 
 
 The happy path of my return.''' 
 
 "The happy path! — what! said he naught 
 
 Of war, of battle to be fought. 
 
 Of guarded pass?'"' "No, by my faith! 130 
 
 Nor saw I aught could augur scathe.' ' 
 
 "O haste thee, Allan, to the kern: 
 
 Yonder his tartans I discern; 
 
 Learn thou his purpose, and conjure 
 
 That he will guide the stranger sure! 135 
 
 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." 
 
 "Sweet Ellen, dear my life must be, 140 
 
 Since it is worthy care from thee; 
 
 Yet life I hold but idle breath 
 
 When love or honor's weighed with death. 
 
 Then let me profit by my chance, 
 
 And speak my purpose bold at once. 145 
 
 I come to bear thee from a wild 
 
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 Where ne'er before such blossom smiled, 
 
 By this soft hand to lead thee far 
 
 From frantic scenes of feud and war. 
 
 Near Bochastle my horses wait ; 1 50 
 
 They 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 ! 't were female art, 
 
 To say I do not read thy heart; 155 
 
 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 1 60 
 
 The wreck my vanity brought on ! — 
 
 One way 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! 165 
 
 But first — my father is a man 
 
 Outlawed and exiled, under ban; 
 
 The price of blood is on his head, 
 
 With me 't were infamy to wed. 
 
 Still wouldst thou speak? — then hear the truth! 170 
 
 Fitz-James, there is a noble youth — 
 
 If he yet is ! — exposed for me 
 
 And mine to dread extremity — 
 
 Thou hast the secret of my heart; 
 
 Forgive, be generous, and depart !' ' 175 
 
 VI 
 
 Fitz-James knew every wily train 
 A lady's fickle heart to gain, 
 But here he knew and felt them vain. 
 There shot no glance from Ellen's eye, 
 
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 To give her steadfast speech the lie; 180 
 
 In maiden confidence she stood, 
 
 Though mantled in her cheek the blood, 
 
 And told her love with such a sigh 
 
 Of deep and hopeless agony ; 
 
 As death had sealed her Malcolm's doom 185 
 
 And she sat sorrowing on his tomb. 
 
 Hope vanished from Fitz-James's eye, 
 
 But not with hope fled sympathy. 
 
 He proffered to attend her side, 
 
 As brother would a sister guide. 190 
 
 "O little know'st thou Roderick's heart! 
 
 Safer for both we go apart. 
 
 O haste thee, and from Allan learn 
 
 If thou mayst trust yon wily kern.' 1 
 
 With hand upon his forehead laid, 195 
 
 The conflict of his mind to shade, 
 
 A parting step or two he made; 
 
 Then, as some thought had crossed his brain, 
 
 He paused, and turned, and came again. 
 
 "Hear, lady, yet a parting word! — 200 
 
 It chanced in fight that my poor sword 
 
 Preserved the life of Scotland's lord. 
 
 This ring the grateful Monarch gave, 
 
 And bade, when I had boon to crave, 
 
 To bring it back, and boldty claim 205 
 
 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. 210 
 
 What from a prince can I demand, 
 
 Who neither reck of state nor land? 
 
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 Ellen, thy hand — the ring is thine; 
 
 Each guard and usher knows the sign. 
 
 Seek thou the King without delay; 215 
 
 This signet shall secure thy way: 
 
 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. 220 
 
 The aged Minstrel stood aghast, 
 
 So hastily Fitz-James shot past. 
 
 He joined his guide, and wending down 
 
 The ridges of the mountain brown, 
 
 Across the stream they took their way 225 
 
 That joins Loch Katrine to Achray. 
 
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 All in the Trosachs' glen was still, 
 
 Noontide was sleeping on the hill: 
 
 Sudden his guide whooped loud and high — 
 
 "Murdoch! was that a signal cry?" 230 
 
 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 — t'were well 235 
 
 We ne'er had seen the Trosachs' dell. — 
 
 Murdoch, move first — but silently ; 
 
 Whistle or whoop, and thou shalt die!" 
 
 Jealous and sullen on they fared, 
 
 Each silent, each upon his guard. 240 
 
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 Now wound the path its dizzy ledge 
 Around a precipice's edge, 
 When lo! a wasted female form, 
 
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 Blighted by wrath of sun and storm, 
 
 In tattered weeds and wild array, 245 
 
 Stood on a cliff beside the way, 
 
 And glancing round, her restless eye 
 
 Upon the wood, the rock, the sky, 
 
 Seemed naught to mark, yet all to spy. 
 
 Her brow was wreathed with gaudy broom; 250 
 
 With gesture wild she waved a plume 
 
 Of feathers, which the eagles fling 
 
 To crag and cliff from dusky wing ; 
 
 Such spoils her desperate step had sought, 
 
 Where scarce was footing for the goat. 255 
 
 The tartan plaid she first descried, 
 
 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 wrung, 260 
 
 And then she wept, and then she sung — 
 
 She sung! — the voice, in better time, 
 
 Perchance to harp or lute might chime; 
 
 And now, though strained and roughened, still 
 
 Rung wildly sweet to dale and hill. 265 
 
 "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 hunted spring." 270 
 
 "'Tis Blanche of Dcvan," Murdoch said, 
 
 "A crazed and captive Lowland maid, 
 
 Ta'en on the morn she was a bride, 
 
 When Roderick fora} T ed Devan-side. 
 
 The gay bridegroom resistance made, 275 
 
 And felt our Chief's unconquered blade. 
 
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 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, 280 
 
 I'll pitch thee from the cliff as far 
 
 As ever peasant pitched a bar!" 
 
 "Thanks, champion, thanks!" the Maniac cried, 
 
 And pressed her to Fitz-James's side. 
 
 "See the gray pennons I prepare, 285 
 
 To seek my true love through the air! 
 
 I will not lend that savage groom, 
 
 To break his fall, one downy plume! 
 
 No! — deep amid disjointed stones, 
 
 The wolves shall batten on his bones, 290 
 
 And then shall his detested plaid, 
 
 By bush and brier in mid-air stayed, 
 
 Wave forth a banner fair and free, 
 
 Meet signal for their revelry." 
 
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 "Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still !" 295 
 
 "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, 
 
 StiE, still it loves the Lowland tongue. 300 
 
 "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 ! 
 
 "It was not that I meant to tell ... 305 
 
 But thou art wise and guessest well." 
 Then, in a low and broken tone, 
 And hurried note, the song went on. 
 
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 Still on the Clansman fearfully 
 
 She fixed her apprehensive eye, 310 
 
 Then turned it on the Knight, and then 
 
 Her look glanced wildly o'er the glen. 
 
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 Fitz-James's mind was passion-tossed, 
 
 When Ellen's hints and fears were lost; 
 
 But Murdoch's shout suspicion wrought, 315 
 
 And Blanche's song conviction brought. 
 
 Not like a stag that spies the snare, 
 
 But lion of the hunt aware, 
 
 He waved at once his blade on high, 
 
 "Disclose thy treachery, or die!" 320 
 
 Forth at full speed the Clansman flew, 
 
 But in his race his bow he drew. 
 
 The shaft just grazed Fitz-James's crest, 
 
 And thrilled in Blanche's faded breast. — 
 
 Murdoch of Alpine! prove thy speed, 325 
 
 For ne'er had Alpine's son such need; 
 
 With heart of fire, and foot of wind, 
 
 The fierce avenger is behind ! 
 
 Fate judges of the rapid strife — 
 
 The forfeit death — the prize is life; 330 
 
 Thy kindred ambush lies before, 
 
 Close couched upon the heathery moor; 
 
 Them couldst thou reach! — it may not be — 
 
 Thine ambushed kin thou ne'er shalt see, 
 
 The fiery Saxon gains on thee! — 335 
 
 Resistless speeds the deadly thrust, 
 
 As lightning strikes the pine to dust; 
 
 With foot and hand Fitz-James must strain 
 
 Ere he can win his blade again. 
 
 Bent o'er the fallen with falcon eye, 340 
 
 He grimly smiled to see him die, 
 
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 Then slower wended back his way, 
 Where the poor maiden bleeding lay. 
 
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 She sat beneath the birchen tree, 
 
 Her elbow resting on her knee; 345 
 
 She had withdrawn the fatal shaft, 
 
 And gazed on it, and feebly laughed; 
 
 Her wreath of broom and feathers gray, 
 
 Draggled with blood, beside her lay. 
 
 The Knight to stanch the life-stream tried, — 350 
 
 "Stranger, it is in vain !" she cried. 
 
 "This hour of death has given me more 
 
 Of reason's power than years before ; 
 
 For, as these ebbing veins decay, 
 
 My frenzied visions fade away. 355 
 
 A helpless injured wretch I die, 
 
 And something tells me in thine eye 
 
 That thou wert mine avenger born. 
 
 Seest thou this tress? — O, still I've worn 
 
 This little tress of yellow hair, 360 
 
 Through danger, frenzy, and despair! 
 
 It once was bright and clear as thine, 
 
 But blood and tears have dimmed its shine 
 
 I will not tell thee when 'twas shred, 
 
 Nor from what guiltless victim's head, 365 
 
 My brain would turn ! — but it shall wave 
 
 Like plumage on thy helmet brave, 
 
 Till sun and wind shall bleach the stain, 
 
 And thou wilt bring it me again. 
 
 I waver still. — O God! more bright- 370 
 
 Let reason beam her parting light!— 
 
 O, by thy knighthood's honored sign, 
 
 And for thy life preserved by mine, 
 
 When thou shalt see a darksome man, 
 
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 Who boasts him Chief of Alpine's Clan, 375 
 
 With tartans broad and shadowy plume, 
 
 And hand of blood, and brow of gloom, 
 
 Be thy heart bold, thy weapon strong, 
 
 And wreak poor Blanche of Devan's wrong! — 
 
 They watch for thee by pass and fell . . . 380 
 
 Avoid the path . . . O God! . . . farewell." 
 
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 A kindly heart had brave Fitz- James; 
 
 Fast poured his eyes at pity's claims; 
 
 And now, with mingled grief and ire, 
 
 He saw the murdered maid expire. 385 
 
 "God, in my need, 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, 390 
 
 And placed it on his bonnet-side: 
 
 "By Him whose word is truth, I swear, 
 
 No other favor will I wear, 
 
 Till this sad token I imbrue 
 
 In the best blood of Roderick JDhu ! 395 
 
 But hark! what means yon faint halloo? 
 
 The chase is up — but they shall know, 
 
 The stag at bay's a dangerous foe." 
 
 Barred from the known but guarded way, 
 
 Through copse and cliffs Fitz-James must stray, 400 
 
 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, 
 
 He couched him in a thicket hoar, 405 
 
 And thought his toils and perils o'er: — 
 
 "Of all my rash adventures past, 
 
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 This frantic feat must prove the last ! 
 
 Who e'er so mad but might have guessed 
 
 That all this Highland hornet's nest 410 
 
 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! — 
 
 If farther through the wilds I go, 415 
 
 I only fall upon the foe: 
 
 I'll couch me here till evening gray, 
 
 Then darkling try my dangerous way." 
 
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 The shades of eve come slowly down, 
 
 The woods are wrapt in deeper brown, 420 
 
 The owl awakens from her dell, 
 
 The fox is heard upon the fell ; 
 
 Enough remains of glimmering light 
 
 To guide the wanderer's steps aright, 
 
 Yet not enough from far to show 425 
 
 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, 430 
 
 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; 435 
 
 Till, as a rock's huge point he turned, 
 
 A watch-fire close before him burned. 
 
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 Beside its embers red and clear, 
 Basked in his plaid a mountaineer; 
 
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 And up he sprung with sword in hand, — 440 
 
 "Thy name and purpose! Saxon, stand!" 
 
 "A stranger." "What dost thou require?" 
 
 "Rest and a guide, and food and fire. 
 
 My life's beset, my path is lost, 
 
 The gale has chilled my limbs with frost." 445 
 
 "Art thou a friend to Roderick?" "No." 
 
 "Thou dar'st not call thyself a foe?" 
 
 "I dare! to him and all the band 
 
 He brings to aid his murderous hand." 
 
 "Bold words ! — but, though the beast of game 450 
 
 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? 45 l 5 
 
 Thus treacherous scouts — yet sure they lie, 
 
 Who say thou cam'st a secret spy !" — 
 
 "They do, by heaven ! — come Roderick Dhu, 
 
 And of his clan the boldest two, 
 
 And let me but till morning rest, 460 
 
 I write the falsehood on their crest." 
 
 "If by the blaze I mark aright, 
 
 Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight." 
 
 "Then by these tokens mayst thou know 
 
 Each proud oppressor's mortal foe." 465 
 
 "Enough, enough; sit down and share 
 
 A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare." 
 
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 He gave him of his Highland cheer, 
 
 The hardened flesh of mountain deer; 
 
 Dry fuel on the fire he laid, 470 
 
 And bade the Saxon share his plaid. 
 
 He tended him like welcome guest, 
 
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 Then thus his further speech addressed: — 
 
 "Stranger, I am to Roderick Dhu 
 
 A clansman bom, a kinsman true; 475 
 
 Each word against his honor spoke 
 
 Demands of me avenging stroke ; 
 
 Yet more, — upon thy fate, 't is said, 
 
 A mighty augury is laid. 
 
 It rests with me to wind my horn, — 480 
 
 Thou art with numbers overborne ; 
 
 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 I depart from honor's laws ; 485 
 
 To assail a wearied man were shame, 
 
 And stranger is a holy name ; 
 
 Guidance and rest, and food and fire, 
 
 In vain he never must require. 
 
 Then rest thee here till dawn of day ; 490 
 
 Myself will guide thee on the way, 
 
 O'er stock and stone, through watch and ward, 
 
 Till past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard, 
 
 As far as Coilantogle's ford ; 
 
 From thence they warrant is thy sword." 495 
 
 "I take thy courtesy, by heaven, 
 
 As freely as 'tis nobly given !" 
 
 "Well, rest thee; for the bittern's cry 
 
 Sings us the lake's wild lullaby." 
 
 With that he shook the gathered heath, 500 
 
 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. 
 
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 CANTO FIFTH 
 THE COMBAT 
 I 
 
 Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light, 
 When first, by the bewildered pilgrim spied, 
 It smiles upon the dreary brow of night, 
 And silvers o'er the torrent's foaming tide, 
 And lights the fearful path on mountain-side, — 5 
 
 Fair as that beam, although the fairest far, 
 Giving to horror grace, to danger pride, 
 Shine martial Faith, and Courtesy's bright star, 
 Through all the wreckful storms that cloud the brow of 
 War. 
 
 That early beam, so fair and sheen, 10 
 
 Was twinkling through the hazel screen, 
 
 When, rousing at its glimmer red, 
 
 The warriors left their lowly bed, 
 
 Looked out upon the dappled sky, 
 
 Muttered their soldier matins by, 15 
 
 And then awaked their fire, to steal, 
 
 As short and rude, their soldier meal. 
 
 That o'er, the Gael around him threw 
 
 His graceful plaid of varied hue, 
 
 And, true to promise, led the way, 20 
 
 By thicket green and mountain gray. 
 
 A wildering path ! — They winded now 
 
 Along the precipice's brow. 
 
 'Twas oft so steep, the foot was fain 
 
 Assistance from the hand to gain; 25 
 
 So tangled oft that, bursting through, 
 
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 Each hawthorn shed her showers of dew, — 
 That diamond dew, so pure and clear, 
 It rivals all but Beauty's tear ! 
 
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 At length they came where, stern and steep, 30 
 
 The hill sinks down upon the deep. 
 
 Here Vennachar in silver flows, 
 
 There, ridge on ridge, Benledi rose ; 
 
 Ever the hollow path twined on, 
 
 Beneath steep bank and threatening stone; 35 
 
 A hundred men might hold the post 
 
 With hardihood against a host. 
 
 The rugged mountain's scanty cloak 
 
 Was dwarfish shrubs of birch and oak, 
 
 With shingles bare, and cliffs between, 40 
 
 And patches bright of bracken green, 
 
 And heather black, that waved so high, 
 
 It held the copse in rivalry. 
 
 So tuilsome was the road to trace, 
 
 The guide, abating of his pace, 45 
 
 Led slowly through the pass's jaws, 
 
 And asked Fitz-James by what strange cause 
 
 He sought these wilds, traversed by few, 
 
 Without a pass from Roderick Dhu. 
 
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 "Brave Gael, my pass, in danger tried, 50 
 
 Hangs in my belt and by my side ; 
 
 Yet, sooth to tell," the Saxon said, 
 
 "I dreamt not now to claim its aid. 
 
 When here, but three days since, I came, 
 
 Bewildered in pursuit of game, 55 
 
 All seemed as peaceful and as still 
 
 As the mist slumbering on yon hill; 
 
 Thy dangerous Chief was then afar, 
 
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 Nor soon expected back from war. 
 
 Thus said, at least, my mountain-guide, 60 
 
 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? 65 
 
 Enough, I sought to drive away 
 
 The 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, 70 
 
 The merry glance of mountain maid; 
 
 Or, if a path be dangerous known, 
 
 The danger's self is lure alone." 
 
 "Thy secret keep, I urge thee not; — 
 
 Yet, ere again ye sought this spot, 75 
 
 Say, heard ye naught 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 80 
 
 This muster of the mountaineer, 
 
 Their pennons will abroad be flung, 
 
 Which else in Doune had peaceful hung." 
 
 "Free by they flung ! for we were loath 
 
 Their silken folds should feast the moth. 85 
 
 Free by they flung ! — as free shall wave 
 
 Clan-Alpine's pine in banner brave. 
 
 But, stranger, peaceful since you came, 
 
 Bewildered in the mountain-game, 
 
 Whence the bold boast by which you show 90 
 
 Vich- Alpine's vowed and mortal foe?" 
 
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 "Warrior, but yester-morn I knew 
 
 Naught of thy Chieftain, Roderick Dhu, 
 
 Save as an outlawed desperate man, 
 
 The chief of a rebellious clan, 95 
 
 Who, in the Regent's court and sight, 
 
 With ruffian dagger stabbed a knight; 
 
 Yet this alone might from his part 
 
 Sever each true and loyal heart." 
 
 VI 
 
 Wrathful at such arraignment foul, 100 
 
 Dark lowered the clansman's sable scowl. 
 
 A space he paused, then sternly said, 
 
 "And heardst thou why he drew his blade? 
 
 Heardst thou that shameful word and blow 
 
 Brought Roderick's vengeance on his foe? 105 
 
 What recked the Chieftain if he stood 
 
 On Highland heath or Holy-Rood? 
 
 He rights such wrong where it is given, 
 
 If it were in the court of heaven." 
 
 "Still was it outrage ; — yet, 't is true, 110 
 
 Not then claimed sovereignty his due; 
 
 While Albany with feeble hand 
 
 Held borrowed truncheon of command, 
 
 The young King, mewed in Stirling tower, 
 
 Was stranger to respect and power. 115 
 
 But then, thy Chieftain's robber life! — 
 
 Winning mean prey by causeless strife, 
 
 Wrenching from ruined Lowland swain 
 
 His herds and harvest reared in vain, — 
 
 Methinks a soul like thine should scorn 120 
 
 The spoils from such foul foray borne." 
 
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 The Gael beheld him grim the while, 
 And answered with disdainful smile: 
 
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 "Saxon, from yonder mountain high, 
 
 I marked thee send delighted eye 125 
 
 Far to the south and east, where lay, 
 
 Extended in succession gay, 
 
 Deep waving fields and pastures green, 
 
 With gentle slopes and groves between: — 
 
 These fertile plains, that softened vale, 139 
 
 Were once the birthright of the Gael; 
 
 The stranger came with iron hand, 
 
 And from our fathers reft the land. 
 
 Where dwell we now? See, rudely swell 
 
 Crag over crag, and fell o'er fell. 135 
 
 Ask we this savage hill we tread 
 
 For fattened steer or household bread, 
 
 Ask we for flocks these shingles dry, 
 
 And well the mountain might reply, — 
 
 'To you, as to your sires of yore, 140 
 
 Belong the target and claymore! 
 
 I give you shelter in my breast, 
 
 Your own good blades must win the rest.' 
 
 Pent in this fortress of the North, 
 
 Think'st thou we will not sally forth, 145 
 
 To spoil the spoiler as we may, 
 
 And from the robber rend the prey? 
 
 Ay, by my soul ! — While on yon plain 
 
 The Saxon rears one shock of grain, 
 
 While of ten thousand herds there strays 150 
 
 But one along yon river's maze, — 
 
 The Gael, of plain and river heir, 
 
 Shall with strong hand redeem his share. 
 
 Where live the mountain Chiefs who hold 
 
 That plundering Lowland field and fold 155 
 
 Is aught but retribution true? 
 
 Seek other cause 'gainst Roderick Dhu." 
 
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 Answered Fitz-James : "And, if I sought, 
 
 Think'st thou no other could be brought? 
 
 What deem ye of my path waylaid? 160 
 
 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, — 165 
 
 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." 170 
 
 "Well, let it pass ; nor will I now 
 
 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: 175 
 
 Twice have I sought Clan- Alpine's glen 
 
 In peace ; but when I come again, 
 
 I come with banner, brand, and bow, 
 
 As leader seeks his mortal foe. 
 
 For love-lorn swain in lady's bow T er 180 
 
 Ne'er panted for the appointed hour, 
 
 As I, until before me stand 
 
 This rebel Chieftain and his band !" 
 
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 "Have then thy wish!" — He whistled shrill, 
 
 And he was answered from the hill; 185 
 
 Wild as the scream of the curlew, 
 
 From crag to crag the signal fleAv. 
 
 Instant, through copse and heath, arose 
 
 Bonnets and spears and bended bows, 
 
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 On right, on left, above, below, 190 
 
 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, 195 
 
 And every tuft of broom gives life 
 
 To plaided warrior armed for strife. 
 
 That whistle garrisoned the glen 
 
 At once with full five hundred men, 
 
 As if the yawning hill to heaven 200 
 
 A subterranean host had given. 
 
 Watching their leader's beck and will, 
 
 All silent there they stood and still. 
 
 Like the loose crags whose threatening mass 
 
 Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, 205 
 
 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 210 
 
 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!" 215 
 
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 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, 220 
 
 And firmly placed his foot before: — 
 "Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly 
 From its firm base as soon as I." 
 
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 Sir Roderick marked, — and in his eyes 
 
 Respect was mingled with surprise, 225 
 
 And the stern joy which warriors feel 
 
 In focman worthy of their steel. 
 
 Short space he stood — then waved his hand : 
 
 Down sunk the disappearing band ; 
 
 Each warrior vanished where he stood, 230 
 
 In broom or bracken, heath or wood ; 
 
 Sunk brand and spear and bended bow, 
 
 In osiers pale and copses low ; 
 
 It seemed as if their mother Earth 
 
 Had swallowed up her warlike birth. 235 
 
 The wind's last breath had tossed in air 
 
 Pennon and plaid and plumage fair, — 
 
 The next but swept a lone hill-side, 
 
 Where heath and fern were waving wide : 
 
 The sun's last glance was glinted back 240 
 
 From spear and glaive, from targe and jack, — 
 
 The next, all unreflected, shown 
 
 On bracken green and cold gray stone. 
 
 XI 
 
 Fitz-James looked round, — yet scarce believed 
 
 The witness that his sight received ; 245 
 
 Such apparition well might seem 
 
 Delusion of a dreadful dream. 
 
 Sir Roderick in suspense he eyed, 
 
 And to his look the Chief replied : 
 
 "Fear naught — nay, that I need not say — 250 
 
 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, 255 
 
 Though on our strife lay every vale 
 
 Rent bv the Saxon from the Gael. 
 
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 So move we on; — I only meant 
 
 To show the reed on which you leant, 
 
 Deeming this path you might pursue 260 
 
 Without a pass from Roderick Dhu." 
 
 XII 
 
 The Chief in silence strode before 
 
 And reached that torrent's sounding shore, 
 
 Which, daughter of three mighty lakes, 
 
 From Vennacher in silver breaks, 265 
 
 Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines 
 
 On Bochastle the mouldering lines, 
 
 Where Rome, the Empress of the world, 
 
 Of yore her eagle wings unfurled. 
 
 An$ here his course the Chieftain stayed, 270 
 
 Threw down his target and his plaid, 
 
 And to the Lowland warrior said: 
 
 "Bold Saxon! to his promise just, 
 
 Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust. 
 
 This murderous Chief, this ruthless man, 275 
 
 This head of a rebellious clan, 
 
 Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward, 
 
 Far past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard. 
 
 Now, man to man, and steel to steel, 
 
 A Chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel. 280 
 
 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." 
 
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 The Saxon paused: "I ne'er delayed, 285 
 
 When f oeman bade me draw my blade ; 
 Nay more, brave Chief, I vowed thy death; 
 Yet sure thy fair and generous faith, 
 And my deep debt for life preserved, 
 
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 A better meed have well deserved: 290 
 
 Can naught but blood our feud atone? 
 
 Are there no means?" — "No, stranger, none! 
 
 And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — 
 
 The Saxon cause rests on thy steel ; 
 
 For thus spoke Fate by prophet bred 295 
 
 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, 
 
 "The riddle is already read. 300 
 
 Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff, — 
 
 There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. 
 
 Thus Fate hath solved her prophecy; 
 
 Then yield to Fate, and not to me. 
 
 To James at Stirling let us go, 305 
 
 When, if thou wilt be still his foe, 
 
 Or if the King shall not agree 
 
 To grant thee grace and favor free, 
 
 I plight mine honor, oath, and word 
 
 That, to thy native strengths restored, 310 
 
 With each advantage shalt thou stand 
 
 That aids thee now to guard thy land." 
 
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 Dark lighting flashed from Roderick's eye: 
 
 "Soars thy presumption, then, so high, 
 
 Because a wretched kern ye slew, 315 
 
 Homage to name to 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 320 
 
 My thought, and hold thy valor light 
 
 As that of some vain carpet knight, 
 
 Who ill deserved my courteous care, 
 
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 And whose best boast is but to wear 
 
 A braid of his fair lady's hair." 325 
 
 "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! 330 
 
 Yet think not that by thee alone, 
 
 Proud Chief! can courtesy be shown; 
 
 Though not from copse, or heath, cr cairn, 
 
 Start at my whistle clansmen stern, 
 
 Of this small horn one feeble-blast 335 
 
 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, 340 
 
 Each looked to sun and stream and plain 
 
 As what they ne'er might see again ; 
 
 Then foot and point and eye opposed, 
 
 In dubious strife they darkly closed. 
 
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 111 fared it then with Roderick Dhu, 345 
 
 That on the field his targe he threw, 
 Whose brazen studs and tough bull-hide 
 Had death so often dashed aside; 
 For, trained abroad his arms to wield, 
 Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. 350 
 
 He practised every pass and ward, 
 To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard ; 
 While less expert, though stronger far, 
 The Gael maintained unequal war. 
 
 Three times in closing strife they stood, 355 
 
 And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood ; 
 No stinted draught, no scanty tide, 
 
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 The gushing flood the tartans dyed. 
 
 Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain, 
 
 And showered his blows like wintry rain; 360 
 
 And, as firm rock or castle-roof 
 
 Against the winter shower is proof, 
 
 The foe, invulnerable still, 
 
 Foiled his wild rage by steady skill ; 
 
 Till, at advantage ta'en, his brand 365 
 
 Forced Roderick's weapon from his hand, 
 
 And backward borne upon the lea, 
 
 Brought the proud Chieftain to his knee. 
 
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 "Now yield thee, or by Him who made 
 
 The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade !" 370 
 
 "Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! 
 
 Let recreant yield, who fears to die." 
 
 Like adder darting from his coil, 
 
 Like wolf that dashes through the toil, 
 
 Like mountain-cat who guards her young, 375 
 
 Full at Fitz- James's throat he sprung; 
 
 Received, but recked not of a wound, 
 
 And locked his arms his foeman round. — 
 
 Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own! 
 
 No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! 380 
 
 That desperate grasp thy frame might feel 
 
 Through bars of brass and triple steel ! 
 
 They tug, they strain ! down, down they go, 
 
 The Gael above, Fitz-James below. 
 
 The Chieftain's gripe his throat compressed, 385 
 
 His knee was planted on his breast; 
 
 His Clotted locks he backward threw, 
 
 Across his brow his hand he drew, 
 
 From blood and mist to clear his sight, 
 
 Then gleamed aloft his dagger bright! 390 
 
 But hate and fury ill supplied 
 
The Lady of the Lake 85 
 
 The stream of life's exhausted tide, 
 
 And all too late the advantage came, 
 
 To turn the odds of deadly game: 
 
 For, while the dagger gleamed on high, 395 
 
 Reeled soul and sense, reeled brain and eye. 
 
 Down came the blow ! but in the heath 
 
 The erring blade found bloodless sheath. 
 
 The struggling foe may now unclasp 
 
 The fainting Chief's relaxing grasp; 400 
 
 Unwounded from the dreadful close, 
 
 But breathless all, Fitz-James arose. 
 
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 He faltered thanks to Heaven for life, 
 
 Redeemed, unhoped, from desperate strife; 
 
 Next on his foe his look he cast, 405 
 
 Whose every gasp appeared his last; 
 
 In Roderick's gore he dipped the kraid, — 
 
 "Poor Blanche! thy wrongs are dearly paid; 
 
 Yet with thy foe must die, or live, 
 
 The praise that faith and valor give." 410 
 
 With that he blew a bugle note, 
 
 Undid the collar from his throat, 
 
 Unbonneted, and by the wave 
 
 Sat down his brow and hands to lave. 
 
 Then faint afar are heard the feet 415 
 
 Of rushing steeds in gallop fleet ; 
 
 The sounds increase, and now are seen 
 
 Four mounted squires in Lincoln green; 
 
 Two who bear lance, and two who lead 
 
 By loosened rein a saddled steed; 420 
 
 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. — 
 
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 You, Herbert and Luffness, alight, 425 
 
 And bind the wounds of yonder knight; 
 
 Let the gray palfrey bear his weight, 
 
 We destined for a fairer freight, 
 
 And bring him on to Stirling straight ; 
 
 I will before at better speed, 430 
 
 To seek fresh horse and fitting weed. 
 
 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.' 1 435 
 
 XVIII 
 
 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 woodsman gray, 440 
 
 Who townward 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 whom?" 445 
 
 "No, by my word; — a burly groom 
 
 He seems, who in the field or chase 
 
 A baron's train would nobly grace — " 
 
 "Out, out, De Vaux ! can fear supply, 
 
 And jealousy, no sharper eye? 450 
 
 Afar, ere to the hill he drew, 
 
 That stately form and step I knew; 
 
 Like form in Scotland is not seen, 
 
 Treads not such step on Scottish green. 
 
 »T is James of Douglas, by Saint Serle ! 455 
 
 The uncle of the banished Earl. 
 
 Away, away, to court, to show 
 
 The near approach of dreaded foe : 
 
The Lady of the Lake 87 
 
 The King must stand upon his guard ; 
 Douglas and he must meet prepared." 460 
 
 Then right-hand wheeled their steeds, and straight 
 They won the Castle's postern gate. 
 
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 The Douglas, who had bent his way 
 
 From Cambus-kenneth's abbey gray, 
 
 Now, as he climbed the rocky shelf, 465 
 
 Held sad communion with himself: — 
 
 » 
 
 "Yes ! all is true my fears could frame ; 
 
 A prisoner lies the noble Graeme, 
 
 And fiery Roderick soon will feel 
 
 The vengeance of the royal steel. 470 
 
 I, only I, can ward their fate, — 
 
 God grant the ransom come not late ! 
 
 The Abbess hath her promise given, 
 
 My child shall be the bride of Heaven ; — 
 
 Be pardoned one repining tear ! 475 
 
 For He who gave her knows how dear, 
 
 How excellent ! — but that is by, 
 
 And now my business is — to die. — 
 
 Ye towers ! within whose circuit dread 
 
 A Douglas by his sovereign bled; 480 
 
 And thou, O sad and fatal mound! 
 
 That oft hast heard the death-axe sound, 
 
 As on the noblest of the land 
 
 Fell the stern headsman's bloody hand, — 
 
 The dungeon, block, and nameless tomb 485 
 
 Prepare — for Douglas seeks his doom ! 
 
 But hark! what blithe and jolly peal 
 
 Makes the Franciscan steeple reel? 
 
 And see ! upon the crowded street, 
 
 In motley groups what masquers meet ! 490 
 
 Banner and pageant, pipe and drum, 
 
 And merry morrice-dancers come. 
 
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 I guess, by all this quaint array, 
 
 The burghers hold their sports to-day. 
 
 James will be there ; he loves such show, 495 
 
 Where the good yeoman bends his bow, 
 
 And the tough wrestler foils his foe, 
 
 As well as where, in proud career, 
 
 The high-born tilter shivers spear. 
 
 I'll follow to the Castle-park, 500 
 
 And play my prize; — King James shall mark 
 
 If age has tamed these sinews stark, 
 
 Whose force so oft in happier days 
 
 His boyish wonder loved to praise." 
 
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 The Castle gates were open flung, 505 
 
 The quivering drawbridge rocked and rung, 
 
 And echoed loud the flinty street 
 
 Beneath the coursers' clattering feet, 
 
 As slowly down the steep descent 
 
 Fair Scotland's King and nobles went, 510 
 
 While all along the crowded way 
 
 Was jubilee and loud huzza. 
 
 And ever James was bending low 
 
 To his white jennet's saddle-bow, 
 
 Doffing his cap to city dame, 515 
 
 Who smiled and blushed for pride and shame. 
 
 And well the simperer might be vain, — 
 
 He chose the fairest of the train. 
 
 Gravely he greets each city sire, 
 
 Commends each pageant's quaint attire, 520 
 
 Gives to the dancers thanks aloud, 
 
 And smiles and nods upon the crowd, 
 
 Who rend the heavens with their acclaims, — 
 
 "Long live the Commons' King ; King James !" 
 
 Behind the King thronged peer and knight, 525 
 
The Lady of the Lake 89 
 
 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; 530 
 
 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 gray tower, 535 
 
 Their waving woods, their feudal power, 
 
 And deemed themselves a shameful part 
 
 Of pageant which they cursed in heart. 
 
 XXI 
 
 Now, in the Castle-park, drew out 
 
 Their checkered bands the joyous rout. 540 
 
 There morricers, with bell at heel 
 
 And blade in hand, their mazes wheel ; 
 
 But chief, beside the butts, there stand 
 
 Bold Robin Hood and all his band, — 
 
 Friar Tuck with quarterstaffand cowl, 545 
 
 Old Scathelocke with his surly scowl, 
 
 Maid Marian, fair as ivory bone, 
 
 Scarlet, and Mutch, and Little John; 
 
 Their bugles challenge all that will, 
 
 In archery to prove their skill. 550 
 
 The Douglas bent a bow of might, — 
 
 His first shaft centered in the white, 
 
 And when in turn he shot again, 
 
 His second split the first in twain. 
 
 From the King's hand must Douglas take 555 
 
 A silver dart, the archer's stake ; 
 
 Fondly he watched, with watery eye, 
 
 Some answering glance of sympathy, — 
 
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 N o kind emotion made reply ! 
 
 Indifferent as to archer wight, 560 
 
 The monarch gave the arrow bright. 
 
 XXII 
 
 Now clear the ring ! for, hand to hand, 
 
 The manly wrestlers take their stand. 
 
 Two o'er the rest superior rose, 565 
 
 And proud demanded mightier foes, — 
 
 Nor called in vain, for Douglas came. — 
 
 For life is Hugh of Larbert lame ; 
 
 Scarce better John of Alloa's fare, 
 
 Whom senseless home his comrades bare. 570 
 
 Prize 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 575 
 
 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 shown, 580 
 
 The Douglas rent an earth-fast stone 
 
 From its deep bed, then heaved it high, 
 
 And sent the fragment through the sky 
 
 A rood beyond the farthest mark; 
 
 And still in Stirling's royal park, 585 
 
 The gray-haired sires, who know the past, 
 
 To strangers point the Douglas cast, 
 
 And moralize on the decay 
 
 Of Scottish strength in modern day. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 The vale with loud applauses rang, 590 
 
 The Ladies' Rock sent back the clang. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 91 
 
 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, 595 
 
 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. 600 
 
 The old men marked and shook the head, 
 
 To see his hair with silver spread, 
 
 And winked aside, and told each son 
 
 Of feats upon the English done, 
 
 Ere Douglas of the stalwart hand, 605 
 
 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 
 
 His strength surpassing Nature's law. 610 
 
 Thus judged, as is their wont, the crowd, 
 
 Till murmurs rose to clamors loud. 
 
 But not a glance from that proud ring 
 
 Of peers who circled round the King 
 
 With Douglas held communion kind, 615 
 
 Or called the banished man to mind; 
 
 No, not from those who at the chase 
 
 Once held his side the honored place, 
 
 Begirt his board, and in the field 
 
 Found safety underneath his shield; 620 
 
 For he whom royal eyes disown, 
 
 When was his form to courtiers known! 
 
 XXIV 
 
 The Monarch saw the gambols flag, 
 And bade let loose a gallant stag, 
 
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 Whose pride, the holiday to crown, 625 
 
 Two favorite greyhounds should pull down, 
 
 That venison free and Bourdeaux wine 
 
 Might serve the archery to dine. 
 
 But Lufra, — whom from Douglas' side 
 
 Nor bribe or threat could e'er divide, 630 
 
 The fleetest hound in all the North, — 
 
 Brave Lufra saw, and darted forth. 
 
 She left the royal hounds midway, 
 
 And dashing on the antlered prey, 
 
 Sunk her sharp muzzle in his flank, 635 
 
 And deep the flowing life-blood drank. 
 
 The King's stout huntsman saw the sport 
 
 By strange intruder broken short, 
 
 Came up, and with his leash unbound 
 
 In anger struck the noble hound. 640 
 
 The Douglas had endured, that mom, 
 
 The King'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, 645 
 
 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 
 
 Of Lufra Ellen's image came. 650 
 
 His stifled wrath is brimming high, 
 
 In darkened brow and flashing eye ; 
 
 As waves before the bark divide, 
 
 The crowd gave way before his stride ; 
 
 Needs but a buffet and no more, 655 
 
 The groom lies senseless in his gore. 
 
 Such blow no other hand could deal, 
 
 Though gauntleted in glove of steel. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 93 
 
 XXV 
 
 Then clamored loud the royal train, 
 
 And brandished swords and staves amain, 660 
 
 But stern the Baron's warning: "Back! 
 
 Back, on your lives, ye menial pack ! 
 
 Beware the Douglas. — Yes ! behold, 
 
 King James ! The Douglas, doomed of old, 
 
 And vainly sought for near and far, 665 
 
 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. 670 
 
 "Of thy misproud 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 675 
 
 Injurious blow and haughty look? — 
 
 What ho ! the Captain of our Guard ! 
 
 Give the offender fitting ward. — 
 
 Break off the sports !" — for tumult rose, 
 
 And yeomen 'gan to bend their bows, — 680 
 
 "Break off the sports !" he said and frowned, 
 
 "And bid our horsemen clear the ground." 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Then uproar wild and misarray 
 
 Marred the fair form of festal day. 
 
 The horsemen pricked among the crowd, 685 
 
 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. 690 
 
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 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. 695 
 
 With grief the noble Douglas saw 
 
 The Commons rise against the law, 
 
 And to the leading soldier said: 
 
 "Sir John of Hyndford, 't was my blade 
 
 That Knighthood on thy shoulder laid; 700 
 
 For that good deed permit me then 
 
 A word with these misguided men. — 
 
 XXVII 
 
 "Hear, gentle friends, ere yet for me 
 
 Ye break the bands of fealty. 
 
 My life, my honor, and my cause, 705 
 
 I tender free to Scotland's laws. 
 
 Are these so weak as must require 
 
 The aid of your misguided ire? 
 
 Or if I suffer causeless wrong, 
 
 Is then my selfish rage so strong, 710 
 
 My sense of public weal so low, 
 
 That, for mean vengeance on a foe, 
 
 Those cords of love I should unbind 
 
 Which knit my country and my kind ? 
 
 O no! Believe, in yonder tower 715 
 
 It will not sooth my captive hour, 
 
 To know those spears our foes should dread 
 
 For me in kindred gore are red : 
 
 To know, in fruitless brawl begun, 
 
 For me that mother wails her son, 720 
 
 For me that widow's mate expires ; 
 
 For me that orphans weep their sires, 
 
 That patriots mourn insulted laws, 
 
The Lady of the Lake 95 
 
 And curse the Douglas for the cause. 
 
 O let your patience ward such ill, 725 
 
 And keep your right to love me still !" 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 The crowd's wild fury sunk again 
 
 In tears, as tempests melt in rain. 
 
 With lifted hands and eyes, they prayed 730 
 
 For blessings on his generous head 
 
 Who for his country felt alone, 
 
 And prized her blood beyond his own. 
 
 Old men upon the verge of life 
 
 Blessed him who stayed the civil strife; 735 
 
 And mothers held their babes on high, 
 
 The self-devoted Chief to spy, 
 
 Triumphant over wrongs and ire, 
 
 To whom the prattlers owed a sire. 
 
 Even the rough soldier's heart was moved; 740 
 
 As if behind some bier beloved, 
 
 With trailing arms and drooping head, 
 
 The Douglas up the hill he led, 
 
 And at the Castle's battled verge, 
 
 With sighs resigned his honored charge. 745 
 
 XXIX 
 
 The offended Monarch rode apart, 
 
 With bitter thought and swelling heart, 
 
 And would not vouchsafe again 
 
 Through Stirling streets to lead his train. 
 
 "O Lennox, who would wish to rule 750 
 
 This changeling crowd, this common fool? 
 
 Hear'st thou," he said, "the loud acclaim 
 
 With which they shout the Douglas name? 
 
 With like acclaim the vulgar throat 
 
 Strained for King James their morning note, 755 
 
 With like acclaim they hailed the day 
 
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 When I first broke the Douglas sway ; 
 
 And like acclaim would Douglas greet 
 
 If he could hurl me from my seat. 
 
 Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, 760 
 
 Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain? 
 
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 But soft! what messenger of speed 
 
 Spurs hitherward his panting steed? 
 
 I guess his cognizance afar 
 
 "What from our cousin, John of Mar?" 765 
 
 "He prays, my liege, your sports keep bound 
 
 Within the safe and guarded ground; 
 
 For some foul purpose yet unknown, — 
 
 Most sure for evil to the throne, — 
 
 The outlawed Chieftain, Roderick Dhu, 770 
 
 Has summoned his rebellious crew ; 
 
 'T is 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 775 
 
 Your grace will hear of battle fought; 
 
 But earnestly the Earl besought, 
 
 Till for such danger he provide, 
 
 With scanty train you will not ride." 
 
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 "Thou warn'st me I have done amiss, 780 
 
 I should have earlier looked to this ; 
 
 I lost it in this bustling day. — 
 
 Retrace with speed thy former way ; 
 
 Spare not for spoiling of thy steed, 
 
 The best of mine shall be thy meed. 785 
 
 Say to our faithful Lord of Mar, 
 
 We do forbid the intended war; 
 
 Roderick this morn in single fight 
 
The Lady of the Lake 97 
 
 Was made our prisoner by a knight, 
 
 And Douglas hath himself and cause 790 
 
 Submitted to our Kingdom's laws. 
 
 The tidings of their leaders lost 
 
 Will soon dissolve the mountain host, 
 
 Nor would we that the vulgar feel, 
 
 For their Chiefs crimes., avenging steel. 795 
 
 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, 800 
 
 And to the towers the King returned. 
 
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 CANTO SIXTH 
 
 THE GUARD-ROOM 
 
 I 
 
 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, 5 
 
 The sunbeams sought the Court of Guard, 
 
 And, struggling with the smoky air, 
 
 Deadened the torches' yellow glare. 
 
 In comfortless alliance shone 
 
 The lights through arch of blackened stone, 10 
 
 And showed wild shapes in garb of war, 
 
 Faces deformed with beard 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, 15 
 
 And beakers drained, and cups o'crthrown, 
 
 Showed in what sport the night had flown. 
 
 Some, weary, snored on floor and bench ; 
 
 Some labored still their thirst to quench; 
 
 Some, chilled with watching, spread their hands 20 
 
 O'er the huge chimney's dying brands, 
 
 While round them, or beside them flung, 
 
 At every step their harness rung. 
 
 ii 
 
 They held debate of bloody fray ; 
 
 Fought 'twixt Loch Katrine and Achray. 25 
 
 Fierce was their speech, and mid their words 
 
The Lady of the Lake 99 
 
 Their hands oft grappled to their swords ; 
 
 Nor sunk their tone to spare the ear 
 
 Of wounded comrades groaning near, 
 
 Whose mangled limbs and bodies gored 30 
 
 Bore token of the mountain sword, 
 
 Though, neighboring to the Court of Guard, 
 
 Their prayers and feverish wails were heard, — 
 
 Sad burden to the ruffian joke, 
 
 And savage oath by fury spoke ! — 35 
 
 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, 40 
 
 But 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, 45 
 
 Let each the buxom chorus bear, 
 
 Like brethren of the brand and spear." 
 
 in 
 
 The warder's challenge, heard without, 
 
 Stayed in mid-roar the merry shout. 50 
 
 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, 55 
 
 A harper with him, and, in plaid 
 
 All muffled close, a mountain maid, 
 
 Who backward shrunk to 'scape the view 
 
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 Of the loose scene and boisterous crew. 
 
 "What news" they roared: — "I only know, 60 
 
 From noon till eve we fought with foe, 
 
 As wild and as untamable 
 
 As the rude mountains where they dwell; 
 
 On both sides store of blood is lost, 
 
 Nor much success can either boast." — 65 
 
 "But whence thy captives, friend? such spoil 
 
 As theirs must needs reward thy toil. 
 
 Old dost thou wax, and wars grow sharp ; 
 
 Thou now hast glee-maiden and harp ! 
 
 Get thee an ape, and trudge the land, 70 
 
 The leader of a juggler band." 
 
 IV 
 
 "No, comrade; — no such fortune mine. 
 
 After the fight these sought our line, 
 
 That aged harper and the girl, 
 
 And, having audience of the Earl, 75 
 
 Mar bade I should purvey them steed, 
 
 And bring them hitherward with speed. 
 
 Forbear your mirth and rude alarm, 
 
 For none shall do them shame or harm. — " 
 
 "Hear ye his boast?" cried John of Brent, 80 
 
 Ever to strife and jangling bent; 
 
 "Shall he strike doe beside our lodge, 
 
 And yet the jealous niggard grudge 
 
 To pay the forester his fee? 
 
 I'll have my share howe'er it be, 85 
 
 Despite of Moray, Mar, or thee." 
 
 Bertram his forward step withstood; 
 
 And, burning in his vengeful mood, 
 
 Old Allan, though unfit for strife, 
 
 Laid hand "upon his dagger-knife ; 90 
 
 But Ellen boldly stepped between, 
 
The Lady of the Lake 101 
 
 And dropped at once the tartan screen : — 
 
 So, from his morning cloud, appears 
 
 The sun of May through summer tears. 
 
 The savage soldiery, amazed, 95 
 
 As on descended angel gazed; 
 
 Even hardy Brent, abashed and tamed, 
 
 Stood half admiring, half ashamed. 
 
 Boldly she spoke: "Soldiers, attend! 
 
 My father was the soldier's friend, 100 
 
 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." 
 
 Answered De Brent, most forward still 105 
 
 In every feat or good or ill : 
 
 "I shame me of the part I played ; 
 
 And thou an outlaw's child, poor maid! 
 
 An outlaw I by forest laws, 
 
 And merry Needwood knows the cause. 110 
 
 Poor Rose, — if Rose be living 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: 115 
 
 There lies my halberd on the floor; 
 
 And he that steps rm r halberd o'er, 
 
 To do the maid injurious part, 
 
 My shaft shall quiver in his heart! 
 
 Beware loose speech, or jesting rough; 120 
 
 Ye all know John de Brent. Enough." 
 
 VI 
 
 Their Captain came, a gallant young, — 
 Of Tullibardine's house he sprung, — 
 
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 Nor wore he yet the spurs of knight ; 
 
 Gay was his mien, his humor light, 125 
 
 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, 130 
 
 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. 135 
 
 "Welcome to Stirling towers, fair maid ! 
 
 Come ye to seek a champion's aid, 
 
 On palfrey white, with harper hoar, 
 
 Like errant damosel of yore? 
 
 Does thy high quest a knight require, 140 
 
 Or may the venture suit a squire?" 
 
 Her dark eye flashed; — she paused and sighed: — 
 
 "O what have I to do with pride ! — 
 
 Through scenes of sorrow, shame, and strife, 
 
 A suppliant for a father's life, 145 
 
 I crave an audience of the King. 
 
 Behold, to back my suit, a ring, 
 
 The ro} T al pledge of grateful claims, 
 
 Given by the Monarch to Fitz-James." 
 
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 The signet-ring young Lewis took 150 
 
 With deep respect and altered look, 
 
 And said: "This ring our duties own; 
 
 And pardon, if to worth unknown, 
 
 In semblance mean obscurely veiled, 
 
 Lady, in aught my folly failed. 155 
 
 Soon as the day flings wide his gates, 
 
The Lady of the Lake 103 
 
 The King shall know what suitor waits. 
 
 Please you meanwhile in fitting bower 
 
 Repose you till his waking hour ; 
 
 Female attendance shall obey 160 
 
 Your hest, for service or array. 
 
 Permit I marshal you the way." 
 
 But, ere she followed, with the grace * 
 
 And open bounty of her race, 
 
 She bade her slender purse be shared 165 
 
 Among the soldiers of the guard. 
 
 The rest with thanks their guerdon took, 
 
 But Brent, with shy and awkward look, 
 
 On the reluctant maiden's hold 
 
 Forced bluntly back the proffered gold: 170 
 
 "Forgive a haughty English heart, 
 
 And 0, forget its ruder part! 
 
 The vacant purse shall be my share, 
 
 Which in my barret-cap I'll bear, 
 
 Perchance, in jeopardy of war, 175 
 
 Where gayer crests may keep afar." 
 
 With thanks — 'twas all she could — the maid 
 
 His rugged courtesy repaid. 
 
 VIII 
 
 When Ellen forth with Lewis went, 
 
 Allan made suit to John of Brent: — 180 
 
 "My lady safe, O let your grace 
 
 Give me to see my master's face ! 
 
 His minstrel I, — to share his doom 
 
 Bound from the cradle to the tomb. 
 
 Tenth in descent, since first my sires 185 
 
 Waked for his noble house their lyres, 
 
 Nor one of all the race was known 
 
 But prized its weal above their own. 
 
 With the Chief's birth begins our care ; 
 
104 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 Our harp must soothe the infant heir, 190 
 
 Teach the youth tales of fight, and grace 
 
 His earliest feat of field or chase; 
 
 In peace, in war, our rank we keep, 
 
 We cheer his board, we soothe his sleep, 
 
 Nor leave him till we pour our verse 195 
 
 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 ; 200 
 
 Nor wot we how a name — a word — 
 
 Makes clansmen vassals to a lord ; 
 
 Yet kind my noble landlord's part, — 
 
 God bless the house of Beaudesert! 
 
 And, but I loved to drive the deer 205 
 
 More than to guide the laboring steer, 
 
 I had not dwelt an outcast here. 
 
 Come, good old Minstrel, follow me; 
 
 Thy Lord and Chieftain shalt thou see." 
 
 IX 
 
 Then, from a rusted iron hook, 210 
 
 A bunch of ponderous keys he took, 
 
 Lighted a torch, and Allan led 
 
 Through grated arch and passage dread. 
 
 Portals they passed, where, deep within, 
 
 Spoke prisoner's moan and fetters' din ; 21 5 
 
 Through rugged vaults, where, loosely stored, 
 
 Lay wheel, and axe, and headsman's sword, 
 
 And many a hideous engine grim, 
 
 For wrenching joint and crushing limb, 
 
 By artists formed who deemed it shame 220 
 
 And sin to give their work a name. 
 
 They halted at a low-browed porch. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 105 
 
 And Brent to Allan gave the torch, 
 
 While bolt and chain he backward rolled, 
 
 And made the bar unhasp its hold. 225 
 
 They entered: — 't was a prison-room 
 
 Of stern security and gloom, 
 
 Yet not a dungeon ; for the day 
 
 Through lofty gratings found its way, 
 
 And rude and antique garniture 230 
 
 Decked the sad walls and oaken floor, 
 
 Such as the rugged days of old 
 
 Deemed fit for captive noble's hold, 
 
 "Here," said De Brent, "thou mayst remain 
 
 Till the Leech visit him again 235 
 
 Strict is his charge, the warders tell, 
 
 To tend the noble prisoner well." 
 
 Retiring then the bolt he drew, 
 
 And the lock's murmurs growled anew. 
 
 Roused at the sound, from lowly bed 240 
 
 A captive feebly raised his head; 
 
 The wondering Minstrel looked, and knew — 
 
 Not his dear lord, but Roderick Dhu ! 
 
 For, come from where Clan-Alpine fought, 
 
 They, erring, deemed the Chief he sought. 245 
 
 As the tall ship, whose lofty prore 
 
 Shall never stem the billows more, 
 
 Deserted by her gallant band, 
 
 Amid the breakers lies astrand, — 
 
 So on his couch lay Roderick Dhu! 250 
 
 And oft his fevered limbs he threw 
 
 In toss abrupt, as when her sides 
 
 Lie rocking in the advancing tides, 
 
 That shake her frame with ceaseless beat, 
 
 Yet cannot heave her from her seat; — 255 
 
106 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 O, how unlike her course at sea ! 
 
 Or his free step on hill and lea ! — 
 
 Soon as the Minstrel he could scan, — 
 
 "What of thy lady? — of my clan? — 
 
 My mother? — Douglas? — tell me all! 260 
 
 Have they been ruined in my fall ? 
 
 Ah, yes ! or wherefore art thou here ? 
 
 Yet speak, — speak boldly, — do not fear." — 
 
 For Allan, who his mood well knew, 
 
 Was choked with grief and terror too. — 265 
 
 "Who fought? — who fled? — Old man, be brief; — 
 
 Some might, — for they had lost their Chief. 
 
 Who basely live? — who bravely died?" 
 
 "O, calm thee, Chief!" the Minstrel cried, 
 
 "Ellen is safe !" "For that thank Heaven !" 270 
 
 "And hopes are for the Douglas given;- — 
 
 The Lady Margaret, too, is well, 
 
 And, for thy clan, — on field or fell, 
 
 Has never harp of minstrel told 
 
 Of combat fought so true and bold. 275 
 
 Thy stately Pine is yet unbent, 
 
 Though many a goodly bough is rent." 
 
 XI 
 
 The Chieftain reared his form on high, 
 
 And fever's fire was in his eye; 280 
 
 But ghastly, pale, and livid streaks 
 
 Checkered his swarthy brow and cheeks. 
 
 "Hark, Minstrel ! I have heard thee play, 
 
 With measure bold on festal day, 
 
 In yon lone isle, — again where ne'er 285 
 
 Shall harper play or warrior hear! — 
 
 That stirring air that peals on high, 
 
 O'er Dermid's race our victory : — 
 
 Strike it! — and then, — for well thou canst, — 
 
The Lady of the Lake 107 
 
 Free from thy minstrel-spirit glanced, 290 
 
 Fling me the picture of the fight, 
 
 When met my clan the Saxon might. 
 
 I'll listen, till my fancy hears 
 
 The clang of swords, the crash of spears ! 
 
 These grates, these walls, shall vanish then 295 
 
 For the fair field of fighting men, 
 
 And my free spirit burst away, 
 
 As if it soared from battle fray." 
 
 The trembling Bard with awe obeyed, 
 
 Slow on the harp his hand he laid; 300 
 
 But soon remembrance of the sight 
 
 He witnessed from the mountain's height, 
 
 With what old Bertram told at night, 
 
 Awakened the full power of song, 
 
 And bore him in career along; — 305 
 
 As shallop launched on river's tide, 
 
 That slow and fearful leaves the side, 
 
 But, when it feels the middle stream, 
 
 Drives downward swift as lightning's beam. 
 
 At first, the Chieftain, to the chime, 310 
 
 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 hear; 315 
 
 His face grows sharp, — his hands arc 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 320 
 
 His parting breath stout Roderick Dhu! — 
 
 Old Allan-bane looked on aghast, 
 
 While grim and still his spirit passed; 
 
108 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 But when he saw that life was fled, 
 He poured his wailing o'er the dead. 
 
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 Ellen the while, with bursting heart, 325 
 
 Remained in lordly bower apart, 
 
 Where played, with many-colored gleams, 
 
 Through storied pane the rising beams. 
 
 In vain on gilded roof they fall, 
 
 And lightened up a tapestried wall, 330 
 
 And for her use a menial train 
 
 A rich collation spread in vain. 
 
 The banquet proud, the chamber gay, 
 
 Scarce drew one curious glance astray ; 
 
 Or if she looked, 'twas but to say, 335 
 
 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 meal her care prepared, 340 
 
 While Lufra, crouching by her side, 
 
 Her station claimed with jealous pride, 
 
 And Douglas, bent on woodland game, 
 
 Spoke of the chase to Malcolm Gramme, 
 
 Whose answer, oft at random made, 345 
 
 The wandering of his thoughts betrayed. 
 
 Those who such simple joys have known 
 
 Are taught to prize them when they're gone. 
 
 But sudden, see, she lifts her head, 
 
 The window seeks with cautious tread. 350 
 
 What distant music has the power 
 
 To win her in this woful hour? 
 
 'Twas from a turret that o'erhung 
 
 Her latticed bower, the strain was sung. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 109 
 
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 LAY OF THE IMPRISONED HUNTSMAN 
 
 "My hawk is tired of perch and hood, 355 
 
 My idle grey hound loathes Ins food ; 
 
 My horse is weary of his stall, 
 
 And I am sick of captive thrall. 
 
 I wish I were as I have been, 
 
 Hunting the hart in forest green, 360 
 
 With bended bow and bloodhound free, 
 
 For that's the life is meet for me. 
 
 "I hate to learn the ebb of time 
 
 From yon dull steeple's drowsy chime, 
 
 Or mark it as the sunbeams crawl, 365 
 
 Inch after inch, along the wall. 
 
 The lark was wont my matins ring, 
 
 The sable rook my vespers sing; 
 
 These towers, although a king's they be, 
 
 Have not a hall of joy for me. 370 
 
 "No more at dawning morn I rise, 
 
 And sun myself in Ellen's eyes, 
 
 Drive the fleet deer the forest through, 
 
 And homeward wend with evening dew; 
 
 A blithesome welcome blithely meet, 375 
 
 And lay my trophies at her feet, 
 
 While fled the eve on wing of glee, — 
 
 That life is lost to love and me !" 
 
 XIV 
 
 The heart-sick lay was hardly said, 
 
 The listener had not turned her head, 380 
 
 It trickled still, the starting tear, 
 
 When light a footstep struck her ear, 
 
 And Snowdoun's graceful Knight was near. 
 
 She turned the hastier, lest again 
 
 The prisoner should renew his strain. 385 
 
110 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 "O welcome, brave Fitz- James !" she said ; 
 
 "How may an almost orphan maid 
 
 Pay the deep debt — " "O say not so ! 
 
 To me no gratitude you owe. 
 
 Not mine, alas ! the boon to give, 390 
 
 And bid thy noble father live ; 
 
 I can but be thy guide, sweet maid, 
 
 With Scotland's King thy suit to aid. 
 
 No tyrant he, though ire and pride 
 
 May lay his better mood aside. 395 
 
 Come, Ellen, come ! 'tis more than time, 
 
 He holds his court at morning prime." 
 
 With beating heart, and bosom wrung, 
 
 As to a brother's arm she clung. 
 
 Gently he dried the falling tear, 400 
 
 And gently whispered hope and cheer ; 
 
 Her faltering steps half led, half stayed, 
 
 Through gallery fair and high arcade, 
 
 Till at his touch its wings of pride 
 
 A portal arch unfolded wide. 405 
 
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 Within 'twas brilliant all and light ; 
 A thronging scene of figures bright ; 
 It glowed on Ellen's dazzled sight, 
 As when the setting sun has given 
 
 Ten thousand hues to summer even, 410 
 
 And from their tissue fancy frames 
 Aerial 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, 415 
 
 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 
 
The Lady of the Lake 111 
 
 Might well have ruled a royal court ; 420 
 
 On many a splendid garb she gazed, — 
 
 Then turned bewildered and amazed, 
 
 For all stood bare ; and in the room 
 
 Fitz-James alone wore cap and plume. 
 
 To him each lady's look was lent, 425 
 
 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! 430 
 
 XVI 
 
 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 ; 
 
 No word her choking voice commands, — 435 
 
 She showed the ring, — she clasped her hands. 
 
 0, not a moment could he brook, 
 
 The generous Prince, that suppliant look! 
 
 Gently he raised her, — and, the while, 
 
 Checked with a glance the circle's smile ; 440 
 
 Graceful, but grave, her brow he kissed, 
 
 And bade her terrors be dismissed : — 
 
 "Yes, fair; the wandering poor Fitz-James 
 
 The fealty of Scotland claims. 
 
 To him thy woes, thy wishes, bring ; 445 
 
 He will redeem his signet ring. 
 
 Ask naught for Douglas ; — 3 r ester even, 
 
 His Prince and he have much forgiven ; 
 
 Wrong hath he from slanderous tongue, 
 
 1, from his rebel kinsmen, wrong. 450 
 We would not, to the vulgar crowd, 
 
 Yield what they craved with clamor loud ; 
 Calmly we heard and judged his cause, 
 
112 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 Our council aided and our laws. 
 
 I stanched thy father's death-feud stern 455 
 
 With stout De Vaux and gray Glencairn ; 
 
 And Bothwell's Lord henceforth we own 
 
 The friend and bulwark of our throne. — 
 
 But, lovely infidel, how now? 
 
 What clouds thy misbelieving brow? 460 
 
 Lord James of Douglas, lend thine aid; 
 
 Thou must confirm this doubting; maid." 
 
 Then forth the noble Douglas sprung, 
 
 And on his neck his daughter hung. 
 
 The Monarch drank, that happy hour, 465 
 
 The sweetest, holiest draught of Power, — 
 
 When it can sa} 7 with godlike voice, 
 
 "Arise, sad Virtue, and rejoice!'" 
 
 Yet would not James the general eye 
 
 On nature's raptures long should pry ; 470 
 
 He stepped between — "Nay, Douglas, nay, 
 
 Steal not my proselyte away ! 
 
 The riddle 'tis my right to read, 
 
 That brought this happy chance to speed. 
 
 Yes, Ellen, when disguised I stray 475 
 
 In life's more low but happier way, 
 
 'Tis under name which veils my power, 
 
 Nor falsely veils, — for Stirling's tower 
 
 Of yore the name of Snowdoun's claims, 
 
 And Normans call me James Fitz-James. 480 
 
 Thus watch I o'er insulted laws, 
 
 Thus learn to right the injured cause." 
 
 Then, in a tone apart and low, — 
 
 "Ah, little traitress ! none must know 
 
 What idle dream, what lighter thought, 485 
 
 What vanity full dearly bought, 
 
The Lady of the Lake 113 
 
 Joined to thine eye's dark witchcraft, drew 
 
 My spell-bound steps to Benvenue 
 
 In dangerous hour, and all but gave 
 
 Thy Monarch's life to mountain glaive !" 490 
 
 Aloud he spoke : "Thou still dost hold 
 
 That little talisman of gold, 
 
 Pledge of my faith, Fitz-James' ring, — 
 
 What seeks fair Ellen of the King?" • 
 
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 Full well the conscious maiden guessed 495 
 
 He probed the weakness of her breast ; 
 
 But with that consciousness there came 
 
 A lightening of her fears for Grasme, 
 
 And more she deemed the Monarch's ire 
 
 Kindled 'gainst him who for her sire 500 
 
 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 parting wings. 505 
 
 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-Alphine's Chieftain live ! — 
 
 Hast thou no other boon to crave? 510 
 
 No other captive friend to save?" 
 
 Blushing, she turned her from the King, 
 
 And to the Douglas gave the ring, 
 
 As if she wished, her sire to speak 
 
 The suit that stained her glowing cheek. 51 5 
 
 "Nay, then, my pledge has lost its force, 
 
 And stubborn justice holds her course. 
 
 Malcolm, come forth !" — and, at the word, 
 
 Down kneeled the Graeme to Scotland's Lord. 
 
114 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 "For thee, rash youth, no suppliant sues, 520 
 
 From thee may Vengeance claim her dues, 
 
 Who, nurtured underneath our smile, 
 
 Hast paid our care by treacherous wile, 
 
 And sought amid thy faithful clan 
 
 A refuge for an outlawed man, 525 
 
 Dishonoring thus thy loyal name.— 
 
 Fetters and warder for the Graeme !" 
 
 His chain of gold the King unstrung, 
 
 The links o'er Malcolm's neck he flung, 
 
 Then gently drew the glittering band, 530 
 
 And laid the clasp on Ellen's hand. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 115 
 
 Notes on the Lady of the Lake 
 
 Note. — The measure of the poem is iambic tetrameter, that 
 is, the accent is on even syllables, and there are eight syllables 
 to the line. This measure is employed by Scott in all his long 
 poems except The Vision of Don Roderick. 
 
 CANTO FIRST 
 
 2. Monan's Rill. — A small stream in Perthshire, named for 
 Saint Monan, a Scotch martyr of the fourth century. 
 
 4. Glenartney. — A valley in Scotland between Benvoirlich 
 and Uam-Var. The Artney, a small stream, flows 
 through it. 
 
 4. Beacon. — A signal fire. Signal fires were common among 
 
 the Highlanders in olden times and the poet here uses 
 an appropriate simile, comparing the rising sun to a 
 beacon. 
 
 5. Benvoirlich. — Ben is the Scotch word for mountain. Ben- 
 
 voirlich is a mountain north of Glenartney. Its alti- 
 tude is 3180 feet. 
 
 10. Horn. — It was customary for the leaders of the hunt to 
 
 carry a horn, on which they blew signals to the dogs 
 and to their followers. 
 
 11. Warder. — Keeper. 
 
 18. Beamed Frontlet. — The stag's forehead adorned with ant- 
 lers of full size. 
 
 20. Uam-Var. — "Ua-Var, as the name is pronounced, or more 
 properly Uaighmor, is a mountain to the northeast of 
 the village of Callender in Menteith, deriving its name, 
 which signifies the great den or cavern, from a sort of 
 retreat among the rocks on the south side, said by tradi- 
 tion to have been the abode of a giant. In latter times 
 It was the refuge of robbers and banditti, who have 
 been extirpated only within these last forty or fifty 
 years. Strictly speaking, this stronghold is not a cave, 
 as the name would imply, but a sort of small enclosure 
 or recess, surrounded by large rocks and open above 
 head." — Scott. 
 
 37. Roe. — A species of small deer. 
 
 38. Doe. — A female deer. 
 
 39. Falcon. — A species of hawk. 
 
116 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 Cairn. — A heap of stones. Here used poetically for the 
 rocky point from which the falcon surveys the sur- 
 rounding country. 
 41. Ken. — Here meaning sight. The word sometimes means 
 
 to know. 
 61. Menteith. — A region south of Uam-Var drained by the 
 
 River Teith. 
 53. Moss. — A bog or morass. 
 
 Moor. — A patch of waste land covered with heath. 
 
 64. Lochard. — A small lake a few miles south of Loch Kat- 
 
 rine. Aberfoyle is a small village about one and one- 
 half miles east of the lake. Scott has made this lake 
 famous by references to it in some of his other works. 
 On the eastern side lies the scene of Helen MacGregor's 
 conflict with the king's forces described in Rob Roy. 
 On the north is a waterfall which was Flora Mclvor's 
 favorite retreat in Waverley. 
 
 57. LoeJi-Achray. — A small lake east of Loch Katrine. 
 
 59. Benvenue. — A mountain south of Loch Katrine, altitude 
 2386 feet. 
 
 61. Heath. — A low shrub common on the hills and lowlands 
 of Scotland. 
 
 65. Cambus-More. — The Great Cambus, an estate situated on 
 
 Keltie Water, southeast of Callander. 
 
 67. Benledi. — "The Mountain of God," a mountain near Cal- 
 
 lander. 
 
 68. Bochastle's Heath. — A level plain situated between the 
 
 Teith and a small stream that flows out of Loch Ven- 
 nachar. 
 68. The Flooded Teith.— The Teith is formed by the union of 
 streams flowing from lochs Katrine, Voil and Ven- 
 nachar. It joins the Forth before entering the sea. 
 
 72. Vennachar. — "The Lake of the Fair Valley." A sheet of 
 
 water east of Loch Achray. It is about five miles long 
 and one-half mile wide. 
 
 73. Brig of Turk. — A bridge over a small stream that flows 
 
 into the outlet of Loch Achray. Brig is the Scotch for 
 
 bridge. 
 76. Scourge and Steel. — Whip and spur. 
 81. Black Saint Hubert's Breed. — A famous breed of hunting 
 
 hounds which take their name from the fact that they 
 
 were kept by the abbots of Saint Hubert's monastery. 
 
 They were of various colors. 
 89. Quarry. — The hunted animal. 
 91. Brake: — Coarse ferns or bushes. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 117 
 
 98. For the Death Wound. — "When the stag turned to bay tb.6 
 ancient hunter had the perilous task of going in upon 
 and killing the desperate animal. At certain times this 
 was held particularly dangerous, a wound received from 
 a stag's horn being then deemed poisonous. At all 
 times, however, the task was dangerous and to be ven- 
 tured upon wisely and warily, either by getting behind 
 the stag while he was gazing on the hounds or by 
 watching an opportunity to gallop roundly in upon him 
 and kill him with the sword." — Scott. 
 Death-Halloo. — The shout given by the hunter when he 
 had killed the stag. 
 
 106. Trosachs. — The name generally applied to the entire re- 
 gion around Loch Katrine, but strictly speaking it 
 should be applied only to the region between Loch 
 Katrine and Loch Achray. The word means rough or 
 bristled country. 
 
 124. Seine. — A river of France where the horse evidently was 
 purchased. 
 
 127. Woe Worth the Chase.— Woe be to the chase. Worth is 
 an ancient form of the verb be used in the imperative, 
 a use not now sanctioned. 
 
 138. Level way. — Reference to the horizonal rays of the set- 
 
 ting sun. 
 
 139. Flinty spire. — This is a reference to the character of 
 
 the rock revealed in the crags and precipices. 
 
 151. Pagod. — Pagoda, a Hindoo or Buddhist temple. 
 
 152. Mosque. — A Mohammedan temple. 
 
 155. Eglantine. — A species of wild rose. The name is also 
 given to sweet briar. 
 
 165. Aspen. — A species of poplar. It is also called the trem- 
 bling poplar, because of the almost constant quivering 
 of the leaves. 
 
 163. Warrior Oak. — Probably so called because the timber of 
 the oak was in general use in the construction of ships 
 of war. 
 
 181. Unless he climb, etc. — "Until the present road was made 
 through the romantic pass which I have presumptu- 
 ously attempted to describe in the preceding stanzas, 
 there was no mode of issuing out of the defile called 
 the Trosachs, excepting by a short ladder composed of 
 the branches and roots of trees."; — Scott. 
 
 183. Broom. — A brushy shrub having dark green leaves and 
 flowers of a deep golden yellow. The branches are often 
 woven into brooms. 
 
118 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 186. Living gold. — The lake reflected the golden tints of the 
 
 sky and the ripple upon the surface made it appear as 
 though the waters were possessed with life. 
 
 187. Loch Katrine.— This lake is about eight miles long and 
 
 two miles wide. It is surrounded by high mountains 
 and deep ravines, and because of its beauty is often 
 referred to as "The Queen of the Scottish Lakes." 
 Ellen's Isle is near the outlet in the wild region of the 
 Trosachs. In his Fair Maid of Perth Scott tells us that 
 the lake derived its name from the Catterans, a band 
 of Highland robbers that once infested the region. 
 
 194. To sentinel. — To guard. 
 
 199. V/ildering. — Bewildering. 
 
 202. Ben-an. — A small mountain on the north of Loch Katrine. 
 Its altitude is 1800 feet. 
 
 210. Cloister. — A monastery or a convent. The word signi- 
 fies a place of- retirement for religious purposes. 
 
 212. Beshrew. — A mild form of imprecation meaning about 
 the same as "111 luck befall." 
 
 217. But hosts, etc. — "The clans who inhabited the romantic 
 regions in the neighborhood of Loch Katrine, were, 
 even until a late period, much addicted to predatory 
 excursions upon their lowland neighbors." — Scott. 
 
 222. Fall the worst. — Let the worst that may befall. 
 
 223. Falchion. — A broad sword having the blade curved. 
 
 246. Monument of Grecian Art. — The maiden is compared to a 
 Greek statue. 
 
 248. Naiad. — A water nymph. The naiads were goddesses 
 supposed to preside over rivers, springs and fountains. 
 
 250. Snood. — The band of ribbon with which Scottish maidens 
 bound their hair. The rich material of her apparel 
 and the golden brooch betray her rank. 
 Plaid (played). — The plaid was the distinguishing gar- 
 ment of the Highlanders. It consisted of about a dozen 
 yards of woolen cloth checked in bright colors. Tha 
 plaid was wrapped around the middle of the body and 
 fastened with a belt. In male attire it extended about 
 to the knees and formed a sort of kilt. It was fre- 
 quently worn as an over-garment by both men and 
 women, and each clan was distinguished by its own 
 plaid. Plaid refers to the garment and tartan to the 
 pattern. 
 
 269. Indignant spirit of the North. — Reference is here made 
 to the bold character and free spirit cf the Highland- 
 ers, who brooked no restraint except at the point of 
 the sword. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 119 
 
 292. Prune. — To trim and arrange the feathers with the bill. 
 
 296. Wont. — Accustomed. 
 
 310. Baron. — In England and Scotland the lowest title of one 
 
 who could hold a seat in the House of Lords. 
 314. Benighted Road. — That is, he was overtaken by night 
 
 while on the road. 
 325. Heath. — A low green shrub, also called heather. The 
 
 twigs were used for beds and brooms. 
 
 329. Ptarmigan. — The white grouse. Heath-cock. — The black 
 
 grouse. 
 
 330. Mere.— Water. 
 
 332. By the rood. — By the cross; the same as "by the rod." 
 
 337. Fay. — A fairy or Imaginary spirit. 
 
 342. Yesternight. — Meaning last night. Now obsolete. 
 
 345. The Visioned Future. — Concerning this belief in the 
 second sight Scott says: "If force of evidence could 
 authorize us to believe facts inconsistent with the 
 general laws of nature, enough might be produced in 
 favor of the existence of the second sight." And 
 Martin, a thorough believer in this power, says of it 
 in his Description of the Western Islands: "The sec- 
 ond sight is a singular faculty of seeing an otherwise 
 invisible object without any previous means used by 
 the person that used it for that end. The vision 
 makes such a lively impression upon the seers that 
 they neither see nor think of anything else except the 
 vision, as long as it continues; and then they appear 
 pensive or jovial according to the object that was 
 presented to them." 
 
 349. Lincoln Green. — Lowland huntsmen were usually clad in 
 suits of green cloth, formerly manufactured at Lin- 
 coln, hence the name, Lincoln green. 
 
 351. Heron— A wading bird that has long legs and a long 
 neck. 
 
 361. Errant Knight. — Knight-errant, a term frequently ap- 
 
 plied to a knight wandering in search of adventure. 
 The term is now used to mean any adventurer. 
 
 362. Sooth.— The meaning is preserved in soothsayer. 
 
 364. Emprise. — Enterprise — here meaning a hazardous under- 
 taking. 
 
 378. The Rocky Isle. — This is still known as Ellen's Isle. It 
 is situated at the foot of the lake and contains two or 
 three acres of land. In Hunnewell's Lands of Scott 
 we find the following description of it: "It is rather 
 high and irregularly pyramidal. It is mostly com- 
 
120 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 posed of dark gray rocks, mottled with pale and gray 
 lichens, peeping out here and there amid the trees 
 that mantle them — chiefly light graceful birches, in- 
 termingled with red-berried mountain ashes and a 
 few dark-green, spiry pines. The landing is beneath 
 an aged oak; and as did the Lady of the Lake and 
 the Knight, the traveler now ascends 'a clambering 
 unsuspected road' by rude steps to the small irregular 
 summit of the island." 
 
 386. Winded.— Wound. 
 
 390. Here for Retreat, etc. — "The Celtic chieftains whose lives 
 were continually exposed to peril, had usually in the 
 most retired spot of their domains, some place of 
 retreat for the hour of necessity, which as circum- 
 stances would admit, was a tower, a cavern, or a 
 rustic hut in a strong and a secluded situation. One 
 of these last gave refuge to the unfortunate Charles 
 Edward, in his perilous wanderings after the battle 
 of Culloden." — Scott. 
 
 401. Idean Vine. — The red whortle-berry. 
 
 404. And Every Hardy Plant Could Bear. — That is every 
 plant which could endure the climate of the locality. 
 
 422. A Target. — A small shield or target used in battle. 
 
 424. Store. — Stored or laid up. 
 
 435. Garnish. — Finish. 
 
 442. Brook. — To bear or endure. The modern meaning is to 
 endure against one's inclination or will. 
 
 450. To Whom, etc. — The mistress was Lady Margaret, Ellen's 
 maternal aunt. Ellen's mother was dead and she be- 
 stowed upon her aunt a daughter's affection. 
 
 455. Though All Unasked, etc. — The Highlanders, who carried 
 hospitality to a punctilious excess, are said to have 
 considered it as churlish to ask a stranger his name 
 or lineage, before he had taken refreshment. Feuds 
 were so frequent among them, that a contrary rule 
 would in many cases have produced the discovery of 
 some circumstances which might have excluded the 
 guest from the benefit of the assistance he stood in 
 need of. — Scott. 
 
 447. Fellest. — Most cruel. 
 
 461. Snowdoun. — An old name for Stirling castle. 
 
 462. Lord of a Barren Heritage. — At this time the kingly 
 
 power in Scotland was little more than a name, as 
 shown by tbe reference to political conditions in the 
 
The Lady of the Lake 121 
 
 Introduction. Each feudal chief rendered the king 
 such obedience as suited his convenience and no more. 
 
 466. Wot. — Knows, the word is now obsolete. 
 
 550. Orisons. — Prayers. 
 
 CANTO SECOND 
 
 24. To the old minstrel, etc. — That Highland chieftains, to 
 a late period, retained in their services the bard as 
 a family officer admits of very easy proof. The au- 
 thor of The Letters from North Scotland mentions 
 these minstrels as late as 1720. The bard was skilled 
 in the genealogy of all the Highland families and 
 he sometimes acted as teacher for chieftains' sons. 
 He was able to sing of all the warlike deeds of the 
 successive heads of the clan, and to sing his own 
 lyrics when occasion required. Many minstrels re- 
 mained through life in the same family, and they 
 were accounted among the leader's most faithful fol- 
 lowers. Scott, in his Lay of the Last Minstrel, pays 
 a high tribute to their character and fidelity. 
 
 28. Greame. — "The ancient and powerful family of Graham 
 (which for metrical reasons is here spelt after the 
 Scotch pronunciation) held extensive possessions in 
 the counties of Dumbarton and Stirling. Few fam- 
 ilies can boast of more historical renown, having 
 claim to three of the most remarkable characters in 
 Scottish history. Sir John the Greame, the faithful 
 and undaunted partaker of the labors and patriotic 
 warfare of Wallace, fell in the unfortunate field of 
 Falkirk, in 129S, The celebrated Marquis of Mont- 
 rose, in whom De Retz saw realized his abstract idea 
 of the heroes of antiquity, was the second of these 
 worthies. And, notwithstanding the severity of his 
 temper, and the rigor with which he executed the 
 oppressive mandates of the princes whom he served, 
 I do not hesitate to name as the third John Greame 
 of Claverhouse, Viscount of Dundee, whose heroic 
 death in the arms of victory may be allowed to can- 
 cel the memory of his cruelty to the Nonconform- 
 ists, during the reigns of Charles II and James II." 
 
 Scott. 
 
 36. Umvont. — Unaccustomed. 
 
 49. BothwelVs bannered hall— Bothwell Castle, situated near 
 Glasgow. It is now in ruins. 
 
122 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 50. Douglasses. — Scott says that the downfall of the Doug- 
 lasses of the house of Angus during the reign of 
 James V is the event alluded to in the text. The 
 Earl of Angus had married the queen dowager and 
 availed himself of the right thus acquired and of 
 his extensive power to keep the young king in cap- 
 tivity some years after he was entitled to the throne. 
 When James finally escaped and seized the reigns 
 of power he was so incensed at the Douglas family 
 that he banished them all. Archibald Douglas of 
 Kilispindie, who had been a great favorite with the 
 young king in his childhood, is the imaginary Doug- 
 las of the poem. 
 
 68. From Tweed to Spey. — Two rivers of Scotland. The 
 Tweed formed the southern and the Spey the north- 
 ern boundary of the country over which the king 
 held sway. Therefore from Tweed to Spey meant 
 the whole country. 
 
 86. The Bleeding Heart. — The shield of the Douglas family 
 bore a red heart crowned. Burton, in his History of 
 Scotland, gives the following legend of the emblem: 
 "Robert Bruce, on his deathbed, bequeathed his 
 heart to the good Lord James, to be borne in war 
 against the Saracens. He joined Alphonso, King of 
 Leon and Castile, then at war with the Moorish chief 
 Osurga of Grenada, and in a keen contest with the 
 Moslems he flung before him the casket containing 
 the precious relic, crying out 'Onward as thou wert 
 wont, thou noble heart, Douglas will follow thee.' 
 Douglas was slain, but his body was recovered, and 
 also the precious casket, and in the end Douglas 
 was laid with his ancestors, and the heart of Bruce 
 deposited in the church of Melrose Abbey." 
 
 92. Strathspey. — A lively Highland dance. 
 
 97. Black Sir Roderick. — See note on 231. 
 
 98. Holy-Rood. — A castle in Edinburgh. Concerning the 
 
 slaying of the knight, Scott says: 
 
 "This was by no means uncommon in the Court of 
 Scotland; nay the presence of the sovereign himself 
 scarcely restrained the ferocious and inveterate feuds 
 which were the perpetual source of bloodshed among 
 the Scottish nobility." 
 108, Disowned by every noble peer. — "The exiled state of 
 this powerful race is not exaggerated in this and 
 
The Lady of the Lake 123 
 
 subsequent passages. The hatred of James against 
 the race of Douglas was so inveterate, that, numerous 
 as their allies were, and disregarded as regal author- 
 ity had usually been in similar eases, their nearest 
 friends, even in the most remote parts of Scotland, 
 durst not entertain them unless under the strictest 
 and closest disguise. Scott. 
 
 112. Guerdon. — Reward. 
 
 114. Dispensation. — Ellen and Roderick were cousins, and 
 according to the rules of the Church they could not 
 marry without a dispensation from the Pope. 
 
 132. Shrouds. — Shields or protects. 
 
 140. Maronnan's Cell. — "The parish of Kilmaronock, at the 
 eastern extremity of Loch Lamond, derives its name 
 from cell or chapel dedicated to Saint Maronock or 
 Maronnan." Scott. 
 
 152. "Tine-Man". — Archibald, the third earl of Douglas, was 
 so unfortunate in all his enterprises that he acquired 
 the epithet of Tineman because he tined or lost his 
 followers in every battle which he fought." 
 
 Scott. 
 
 154. Hotspur's Bows. — The reference is to the alliance of 
 
 Douglas with the English under Percy or Hotspur, 
 in the rebellion against Henry IV of England, the 
 Scots were armed with spears and the English with 
 the crossbow. 
 
 155. Did self unscabbarded. — "Ancient warriors, whose hope 
 
 and confidence rested chiefly in their blades, were 
 accustomed to deduce omens from them, especially 
 from such as was supposed to have been fabricated 
 by enchanted skill, of which we have various in- 
 stances in the romances and legends of the time." 
 
 Scott. 
 The reference here is to the falling of the sword 
 as Fitz- James entered the lodge. The old minstrel 
 believed this to be an ill omen. 
 
 166. Canna. — Cotton-grass. 
 
 169. Pibroch. — A tune played upon the bagpipe and peculiar 
 to the Highlands and islands west of Scotland. Scott 
 says of it: "the connoissuers in pipe music affect to 
 discover in a well-composed pibroch the imitation 
 sounds of March conflict, flight, pursuit, and all the 
 current of a heady fight." 
 
 174. Glengyle. — A small valley at the northern end of Loch 
 Katrine. 
 
124 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 176. Brianchoil. — A headland or promontory on the north 
 shore of the lake. 
 
 179. Bannered Pine. — The pine was the ensign of Clan 
 Alpine, and was displayed upon their flags. 
 
 182. Tartans. — Meaning here the showy plaids so much worn 
 in the country. The tartan is also a badge or em- 
 blem of the clan and the members of each clan usually 
 wore at least a small article of clothing made from 
 the clan tartan. The practice is still followed by the 
 descendants of some of the Highland families. 
 
 184. Bonnet. — Bonnet is the Scotch name for the ordinary 
 cap worn by the men. 
 
 190. Chanters. — The tubes of the bagpipe. 
 
 212. Ward. — A motion for the purpose of parrying a blow. 
 
 222. Clarion. — A trumpet giving a clear shrill note. 
 
 231. Burden. — The chorus. 
 
 235. Rodrick, Yich Alpine lio! ieroe! — "Besides his ordinary 
 name and surname which were chiefly used in the 
 intercourse with the Lowlands, every Highland chief 
 had an epithet expressive of his partriarchal dignity 
 as head of the clan and which was common to all 
 his predecessors and successors, as Pharaoh to the 
 kings of Egypt, or Arsaces to those of Porthia, this 
 name was usually a patronymic expression of his 
 descent from the founder of the family. But besides 
 this title which belonged to his office and dignity, 
 the chieftain had usually another peculiar to himself 
 which distinguished him from the chieftains of the 
 same race. This was sometimes derived from the 
 complexion of dim (black) or ray (red); sometimes 
 from syl or beg or more; at other times from some 
 peculiar exploit or some peculiar habit or appear- 
 ance." The line signifies Black Rodrick, descendant 
 of Alpine. Scott. 
 
 238. Hail to the Chief. — "The song itself is intended as an 
 imitation of the Parrant, or boat songs of the High- 
 landers, which were usually composed in honor of 
 a favorite chief. They were so adapted as to keep 
 time to the sweep of the oars." Scott. 
 
 244. Burgeon. — Meaning to bud or sprout. 
 
 249. Beltane. — A May festival held by the Highlanders in 
 honor of the sun. Fires were kindled on the hill- 
 tops and dancing and merrymaking accompanied the 
 ceremonies. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 125 
 
 255. Menteith and Breadalbane. — Districts lying north' of 
 Loch Lomond. 
 
 258. Glen Fruin. — This and the names in the lines that 
 follow refer to valleys on the borders of Loch 
 Lomond. 
 
 261. And the best of Loch Lomond, etc. — "The Lennox, as 
 the district is called, which encircles the lower ex- 
 tremity .of Loch Lomond, was exposed to the incur- 
 sions of the mountaineers, who inhabited the 
 inaccessible fastnesses at the upper end of the lake, 
 and. the neighboring districts of Loch Katrine. 
 These were often marked by circumstances of great 
 ferocity." Scott. 
 
 The battle to which the line refers was fought 
 between the clan Macgregor on the one side and the 
 Colquhouns on the other, and in which the Colqu- 
 houns were defeated with great slaughter. 
 
 327. Ptarmigan. — The white grouse. 
 
 335. Ben Lomond. — The highest mountain on the shores of 
 
 Loch Lomond, having an altitude of 3192 feet. 
 
 336. Not a sob, etc. — He could ascend the mountain without 
 
 panting. 
 
 350. Quail. — To give way to, or cower. 
 
 361. Glenfinlas. — A wooded valley between Benledi and Ben- 
 An, with its entrance between Loch Achray and Loch 
 Vennachar. 
 Royal ward. — Greame was under the protection of the 
 king. Since Douglas had been outlawed Greame 
 was running the risk of incurring the king's displeas- 
 ure in rendering assistance to Douglas or any 
 member of his family. 
 
 403. Boasts to have tamed, etc. — In 1529, James, in order to 
 clear the Border of robbers, who during his minority 
 had committed many depredations, assembled an 
 army of 10,000 men, and with this force he so thor- 
 oughly subdued the outlaws that for a term of years 
 the region was as safe as the country around the 
 king's castle at Stirling. 
 
 The reference in the poem is to the hanging over 
 their own gates of several noted Highland chieftains 
 who were captured by strategy. 
 
 410. Meggarts, Yarrow, etc. — These are names of small 
 streams flowing into the Tweed. 
 
 424. Espial. — Espying or discovery. 
 
 425. Streight. — Emergency or difficulty. 
 
126 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 455. Blasted be yon Pine. — The expression refers to the ban- 
 ner of Clan Alpine, and is equivalent to saying "Let 
 yon banner fall." 
 
 458. Lineage of the Bleeding Heart. — See above, line 86. 
 
 460. To wife. — For my wife. Roderick believed that should 
 he and Douglas join forces they would soon gain 
 enough followers to enable them to conquer the king. 
 
 462. Enow. — The old form of enough. 
 
 466. Links of Forth. — The windings of the Forth between 
 
 Stirling and Alloa. 
 
 467. Stirling's Porch. — Stirling Castle, the residence of the 
 
 Scottish kings. 
 511. Domain. — Her cheek. 
 524. I love him still. — Notwithstanding the wrongs which 
 
 Douglas had suffered from James V, he retained the 
 
 feeling of a father towards the young King, and he 
 
 here asserts his loyalty. 
 545. Checkered shroud. — His plaid of tartan. 
 
 585. Pity 'twere, etc. — "Hardihood was in every respect so es- 
 
 sential to the character of the Highlander, that the 
 reproach of effeminency was the most bitter that 
 could be thrown upon him." — Scott. 
 
 586. His henchman. — "This officer is a sort of secretary, and 
 
 is to be ready upon all occasions to venture his life 
 for his master; and at drinking bouts he stands behind 
 his seat, at his haunch, from which the title is de- 
 rived, and watches the conversation to see if any one 
 offends his patron." — Scott. 
 
 609. Fiery cross. — See below, Canto III. 
 
 625. My sovereign holds, etc. — Malcom was not of age, there- 
 fore his estate was in charge of the Crown. 
 
 CANTO FOURTH 
 
 1. Doune. — The Braes of Doune were the hill country 
 
 north of the Teith. 
 3. Moray's silver star. — The Earl of Moray's banner bore a 
 single silver star, and that of the Earl of Mar had a 
 black band called a pale extending down the center 
 of the shield. These earls were supporters of the 
 King. 
 8. Bourne. — Boundary. 
 11. Earn. — The district about Loch Earn. 
 25. Stance. — Support or foundation. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 127 
 
 28. Targe. — A shield, usually made of bull's hide. 
 
 34. Coir-Urskin. — Also written Coir-nan-Urskin. Scott gives 
 the following description of this place: 
 
 "This is a very steep and most romantic hollow in 
 the mountain of Benvenue, overhanging the south- 
 eastern extremity of Loch Katrine. It is sur- 
 rounded with stupendous rocks, and overshadowed 
 with birch trees, mingled with oaks, the spontaneous 
 production of the mountain, even where its cliffs ap- 
 pear denuded of soil." 
 
 The name Corri means the den of wild or shaggy 
 men, but the fabled Urisk supposed to have inhabited 
 the cave in the past ages had a figure between a 
 goat and a man. 
 
 49. Red streamers of the north. — The northern lights. 
 54. Since this rude race, etc. — The reference in these lines 
 is to the gathering of the women and children on the 
 island as explained in the story of Canto Third. 
 82. Cambus-kenneth. — This was an abbey near Stirling, 
 across the Forth. A portion of the tower still re- 
 mains. 
 110. The Minstrel sings, a ballad, hoping to turn Ellen's mind 
 from her father whom she considers to be in great 
 danger. 
 121. Hap. — Chance or circumstance. 
 126. Bourne. — Boundary. 
 
 131. Augur scathe. — Predict harm or mischief. 
 
 132. Kern. — A serf or slave. 
 
 150. Bochastle. — iSee Canto I, line 68. 
 
 210. His lordship, etc. — That is his estate was the battlefield. 
 
 212. Reck of. — Mind or care for. 
 
 215. Signet.— The seal in the ring. This commanded the 
 same attention as a passport from the King. 
 
 239. Fared. — Journeyed. 
 
 245. Weeds. — Dress. The woman was clothed in a tattered 
 gray mantle. 
 
 298. Lincoln green. — See above, Canto I, line 349. 
 
 301. my sweet William.— The sight of Fitz James in his 
 lowland garb reminds the insane woman of her hus- 
 band, and she warns the stranger of his peril. 
 
 324. Thrilled.— Quivered. 
 
 331. Thine ambushed kin. — Roderick's men were lying in 
 wait for Fitz James and Murdoch was to lead him 
 into an ambush where he would be slain. 
 
 349. Draggled. — Wet or spattered with her blood. 
 
128 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 379. Blanche of Devan. — The insane woman was from the val- 
 ley of the Devan, a beautiful stream that flows from 
 the hills of Perthshire to the great plain of Stirling. 
 
 394. Imbue. — Drench or soak, especially in blood. 
 
 398. The stag at bay. — Fitz James, alone in a strange region 
 with Roderick's men in pursuit, likens himself to a 
 stag at bay. 
 
 401. Desperate track. — Difficult and dangerous track. 
 
 449. Who ever recked, etc. — The following quotation from 
 Clarendon's History of the Rebellion explains the 
 custom to which the lines refer: 
 
 "It was true we gave laws to hares and deer, be- 
 cause they are beasts of the chase; but it was never 
 accounted either cruelty or foul play to knock foxes 
 or wolves on the head as they can be found, because 
 they are beasts of prey." 
 
 The mountaineer, considering Fitz James a spy, 
 hints that he deserves no better treatment than was 
 accorded foxes and wolves. 
 
 464. The hardened flesh of mountain deer. — The High- 
 landers of these times had a method of preparing the 
 flesh of the deer for eating without cooking it. This 
 consisted in compressing the flesh between two pieces 
 of wood so as to force out the blood and render the 
 meat very hard. When thus prepared venison was 
 considered a great delicacy. 
 
 474. A mighty augury. — This refers to Brian's prophecy ex- 
 plained in the introduction to this canto. 
 
 482. Stranger is a holy name. — See above, Canto I, line 455. 
 
 489. Coilantogle Ford. — A ford near the outlet of Loch Ven- 
 nachar. When he arrived at this point Fitz James 
 would have passed the boundaries of Roderick's do- 
 main and entered the domains under the control of 
 the King. He would then need no further protection 
 from his guide. 
 
 CANTO FIFTH 
 
 1. Fair as the earliest beam. — This stanza is introductory. 
 The early sunbeam which lights the mountain path is 
 used by the poet to show the beauty of that faith and 
 courtesy which Fitz James and Roderick manifested 
 towards each other, although they were bitter ene- 
 mies. 
 15. Soldiers' matins. — The morning prayers that they were 
 accustomed to offer. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 129 
 
 18. Gael. — The Scotch name for the Highlanders, as Saxon 
 was their name for the Lowlanders. (See Introduc- 
 tion.) 
 22. Wildering. — Bewildering. 
 38. Scanty cloak. — The sparse vegetation covering the 
 
 mountain side. 
 40. Shingles. — Gravel. 
 81. Muster. — A gathering of troops. 
 96. Who in Regent's court. — See Canto II, line 98. 
 
 112. Albany. — This was John Stewart, Duke of Albany, who 
 was regent during the minority of James V. Con- 
 cerning the lawlessness of this period Scott says: 
 
 "There is scarcely a more disorderly period in Scot- 
 tish history than that which succeeded the battle of 
 Flodden, and occupied the minority of James V. 
 Feuds of ancient standing broke out like old wounds, 
 and every quarrel among the independent nobility, 
 which occurred daily and almost hourly, gave rise to 
 fresh bloodshed." 
 
 141. Target and claymore. — These were the weapons of the 
 ancient Britons, from whom the Highlanders de- 
 scended. 
 
 151. Maze. — A winding course. 
 
 153. Shall with strong hand, etc. — Concerning this practice 
 of the Highlanders Scott says: 
 
 "So far, indeed, was a Creagh, or foray, from being 
 held disgraceful, that a young chief was always 
 expected to show his talents for command so soon as 
 he assumed it, by leading his clan on a successful en- 
 terprise of this nature, either against a neighboring 
 sept, for which constant feuds usually furnished an 
 apology, or against the Sassenach, Saxons, or Lowland- 
 ers, for which no apology was necessary. The Gaels, 
 great traditional historians, never forgot that the 
 Lowlands had, at some remote period, been the prop- 
 erty of their Celtic forefathers, which furnished an 
 ample vindication of all the ravages that they could 
 make on the unfortunate districts which lay within 
 their reach." 
 
 186. Curlew. — A species of wading bird, found upon the sea- 
 shore during winter and among the mountains in the 
 summer. 
 
 218. Manned himself, etc. — Notwithstanding the odds against 
 him, Fitz James resolved to defend himself to the 
 last, therefore he assumed a bold attitude. 
 
130 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 240. Glinted. — Flashed or reflected. 
 
 241. Glaive, targe and jack. — The glaive was the broad- 
 
 sword; the targe was a shield and the jack a leather 
 jacket worn by horsemen as a protection in battle. 
 
 216. Without a pass, etc. — Scott says: "This incident, like 
 some other passages in the poem, illustrative of the 
 character of the ancient Gael, is not imaginary, but 
 borrowed from fact. The Highlanders, with the in- 
 consistency of most nations in the same state, were 
 alternately capable of great exhibitions of generosity 
 and of cruel revenge and perfidy." 
 
 264. Which the daughter, etc. — These lakes were Katrine, 
 Achray and Vennachar. 
 
 266. Bochastle. — "The torrent which discharges itself from 
 Loch Vennachar, the lowest and eastmost of the three 
 lakes which form the scenery adjoining the Trosachs, 
 sweeps through a flat and extensive moor called Bo- 
 chastle. Upon a small eminence called the Dun of 
 Bochastle and indeed on the plain itself are some 
 intrenchments which have been thought Roman." 
 — Scott. 
 
 269. Eagle wings, etc. — This is a reference to the standard 
 of the Roman army, which was an eagle. The Romans 
 occupied the island of Great Britain from 55 B. C. 
 until early in the fifth century. 
 
 281. All vantageless I stand. — "The duelists of former times 
 did not always stand upon those fine points respect- 
 ing the equality of arms, which are now judged essen- 
 tial to fair combat. It is true that in former combats 
 in the lists (public duels) the parties were by the 
 judges of the field put as nearly as possible on the 
 same circumstances. But in a private duel it was 
 often otherwise." — Scott. 
 
 297. Who spills, etc. — See introduction to Canto IV. 
 
 322. Carpet knight. — One who frequents the court and castle, 
 and does not win his honors on the field of battle. 
 
 330. Ruth. — Pity. The present form is ruthless, which means 
 pitiless. 
 
 346. Targe. — "A round target of light wood (covered with 
 strong leather and studded with brass or iron was a 
 necessary part of the Highlander's equipment. In 
 charging regular troops they received the thrust of the 
 bayonet in this buckler, twisted it aside and used 
 the broadsword against the encumbered soldier." 
 ^Scott, 
 
The Lady of the Lake 131 
 
 359. Trained abroad. — Fitz James had received his training 
 in France, where he learned to use the rapier, a 
 pointed sword, instead of the much heavier 
 and more unwieldly broadsword used by the High- 
 landers. Fitz James was as skilful in parrying the 
 blows of his antagonist as he was in his attack, and 
 although Roderick was the stronger the difference in 
 weapons placed him at a disadvantage. 
 
 407. In Roderick's gore. — See Canto IV, lines 385-395. 
 
 427. Palfrey. — A small saddle-horse used by ladies. This 
 was the horse upon which Fitz James expected to 
 take Ellen to the castle, had he succeeded in prevail- 
 ing upon her to accompany him. 
 
 455. Saint Serle. — One of the least important of the saints. 
 The name is evidently here used for the sake of the 
 rhyme. 
 
 464. Cambus-kenneth. — See Canto IV, line 82. 
 
 479. Ye towers. — This and the following lines refer to Stir- 
 ling Castle, one of the strongest fortresses of Scot- 
 land and the residence of James V. It was within 
 this castle that William, eighth earl of Douglas, was 
 stabbed by James II. 
 
 481. V sad and fatal mound. — "An eminence on the northeast 
 of Stirling Castle where state criminals were exe- 
 cuted. Stirling was often polluted with noble blood." 
 — Scott. 
 
 48S. Franciscan steeple. — The Franciscans are an order in 
 the Roman Catholic church, established by Saint 
 Francis. The early members were distinguished by 
 their vows of poverty and their renunciation of the 
 world. 
 
 492. Morrice dancers. — Those who performed Moorish or 
 Spanish dances, in which the actors impersonated 
 prominent characters. 
 
 514. Jennet. — A small Spanish horse. 
 
 524. Commons King. — James V favored the common people 
 
 instead of the nobles, and was therefore known as 
 the Commons King. 
 
 525. Behind the King, etc. — This was the burghers' feast day, 
 
 and is described by Scott as follows: 
 
 "Every burgh of Scotland of the least note, but 
 more especially the considerable towns, had their sol- 
 emn play, or festival, when feats of archery were ex- 
 hibited, and prizes distributed to those who excelled 
 in wrestling, hurling the bar, and the other gymnastic 
 
132 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 exercises of the period. Stirling, a usual place of 
 royal residence, was not likely to be deficient in 
 pomp upon such occasions, especially since James V 
 was very partial to them. His ready participation 
 in these popular amusements was one cause of his 
 acquiring the title of the King of the Commons, or 
 Rex Plebeiorum, as Lesley has latinized it. The usual 
 prize to the best shooter was a silver arrow." 
 
 532. Hostage for their clan. — James compelled some of the 
 most powerful Highland chieftains to reside at the 
 castle, as a guaranty of good behavior of their clans. 
 An uprising by one of these clans would cause their 
 chief to be put to death at once, therefore so long as 
 the chieftains were in the King's power there was 
 little danger from their clans. This forced service 
 was very aggravating to the chieftains, but they were 
 powerless to change their condition. 
 
 536. Feudal power. — The Highland chieftains had absolute 
 command over the services of their clansmen during 
 war. The case of Clan Alpine was no exception to 
 the general rule. 
 
 544. Robin Hood. — A celebrated outlaw who lived about 1190. 
 He is fully described by Scott in Ivanhoe. The ex- 
 hibition of this band of outlaws was common at such 
 gatherings. Friar Tuck, Scathelocke, Maid Marian, 
 Scarlet, Mutch and Little John were Robin Hood's 
 most noted followers. 
 
 551. The Douglas bent a bow. — Concerning this and the fol- 
 lowing incidents Scott says: 
 
 "The Douglas of the poem is an imaginary person, 
 a supposed uncle of Angus. But the King's behavior 
 during an unexpected interview with the Laird of 
 Kilspindie, one of the banished Douglases, under cir- 
 cumstances similar to those in the text, is imitated 
 from the real story told by Hume of Goldscroft." 
 
 591. Ladies' Rock. — The chief point for viewing the games, 
 which were held in a valley or rather a slight depres- 
 sion in the hill upon which the castle stood. 
 
 627. Bordeaux wine. — A celebrated wine named from the city 
 of Bordeaux, France, where it was first made. 
 
 639. Leash. — A long line, usually of leather, with which the 
 hunter holds his dog. 
 
 655. Needs but a buffet. — A single blow from Douglas' hand 
 was all that was necessary to strike the hunter sense- 
 less. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 133 
 
 671. Misproud. — Unwisely or mistakenly proud. The word is 
 not common. 
 
 G78. Fitting ward. — That is, see that Douglas is safely con- 
 fined under guard. 
 
 G97. The common rise. — The common people were disposed to 
 take Douglas' part; they were also angry at being dis- 
 persed before the sports were finished, therefore they 
 resisted the King's horsemen. 
 
 699. Hyndford. — A small village near Lanark. 
 
 700. That knighthood, etc. — Knighthood was conferred by 
 
 touching the recipient upon the shoulder with a sword. 
 
 715. Yonder tower. — Stirling Castle. Here the castle is used 
 for the king. 
 
 725. Ward such ill. — Guard such ill. 
 
 744. And at the castle's battered verge. — The wall around the 
 top of the castle, with openings through which garri- 
 sons could annoy an attacking party. 
 
 CANTO SIXTH 
 
 5. Narrow loop. — A loop-hole in the wall. 
 
 6. Court of Guard. — A court within the castle walls used 
 
 by the soldiers. 
 11. Faces deformed, etc. — "The Scottish armies consisted 
 chiefly of the nobility and barons, with their vassals, 
 who held lands under them for military service by 
 themselves and their tenants. James V seems first to 
 have introduced, in addition to the militia furnished 
 from these sources, the services of a small number of 
 mercenaries, who formed a body-guard called the foot- 
 band." — Scott. 
 
 23. Harness. — Armor. 
 
 24. Bloody fray. — This was the battle fought between the 
 
 followers of Roderick Dhu and the King's forces un- 
 der the Earl of Mar. The King's messenger was unable 
 to reach the scene of the conflict until the battle was 
 well advanced. 
 
 37. Trent. — A river of England, which in the lower part of 
 its course forms the Humber. 
 
 48. Warder's challenge. — The warder was the keeper of the 
 castle gate, and none could enter without his permis- 
 sion. 
 
 '54. Fleming. — A native of Flanders, a country occupying 
 what is now a portion of Belgium, Netherlands and 
 France. Ghent was its capital. 
 
134 The Lady of the Lake 
 
 71. Juggler band. — The jugglers were traveling entertain- 
 ers, and they were usually accompanied by several 
 assistants, among whom the glee-maiden always at- 
 tracted most attention. It was her duty to tumble 
 and dance for the amusement of the spectators. 
 
 110. Needwood. — A king's forest in England. Killing game 
 in a royal forest subjected the offender to severe pun- 
 ishment. Brent doubtless fled the country to escape 
 the penalty of breaking this law. 
 
 123. Tulibardine's house. — An important residence about 
 twenty miles north of Stirling Castle. It was one of 
 the seats of the Murray family, who were noted for 
 their pride. 
 
 139. Errant damosel. — A wandering maiden. 
 
 147. A ring.— See Canto IV, line 215. 
 
 161. Hest. — Request or wish. 
 Array. — Dress. 
 
 167. Guerdon. — Reward or gift. 
 
 174. Barret-cap. — A cloth cap worn by the soldiers of that 
 day. 
 
 182. To see my master's face. — Allan wished to see Douglas, 
 but the soldier thought that he desired to see Roderick 
 Dhu, hence conducted him to the chieftain's cell. 
 
 235. Leech. — A physician. This name was long applied to 
 physicians because of their custom of using leeches to 
 draw blood from their patients. 
 
 247. Prore. — The prow or forward part of a ship. The term 
 comes from the Latin word prora and is used only in 
 poetry. 
 
 287. That stirring air. — Concerning the tune here mentioned 
 Scott says: "There are several instances, at least in 
 tradition, of prisoners so attached to particular tunes 
 as to request to hear them on their death bed." 
 
 The battle to which reference is here made was a 
 skirmish which took place at the pass of Bear an 
 Duine, in the Trosachs, at a much later date than the 
 reign of James V. 
 
 328. Storied pane. — The windows were ornamented with paint- 
 ings representing scenes from Scottish history. 
 
 330. Tapestried wall. — The walls were decorated with tapes- 
 
 try, a figured cloth woven from wool or silk. 
 
 331. Menial train. — A group of servants assigned to attend 
 
 Ellen. 
 397. Morning prime. — Early morning. 
 
The Lady of the Lake 135 
 
 430. Snowdoun's knigJU. — "James V, of whom we are treating, 
 was a monarch whose good and benevolent intentions 
 often rendered his romantic freaks venial, if not re- 
 spectable, since, from his anxious attention to the in- 
 terests of the lower and most oppressed class of his 
 subjects, he was, as we have seen, popularly termed 
 the Commons King. For the purpose of seeing that 
 justice was regularly administered, and frequently 
 from the less justifiable motive of gallantry, he used 
 to travel the vicinage of his several palaces in various 
 disguises." — Scott. 
 
 It is claimed that two popular songs, The Gaber- 
 lunzie Man and We'll Gae Nae Mair a Roving, are 
 founded upon some of James' adventures when travel- 
 ing his kingdom in disguise. 
 
 447. Yester even. — Yesterday evening 
 
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