Ever Renown blows a note of fame, And a note of fear, when she sounds his name: Much of bloodshed and much of scathe Have been their lot who have waked his wrath. Leave him these lands and lordships still, But if reft of gold, and of living bare, More had he said, but the Prelate frown'd, And murmur'd his brethren who sate around, And with one consent have they given their doom, That the church should the lands of Saint Cuth bert resume. So will'd the Prelate; and canon and dean Gave to his judgment their loud amen. HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS. CANTO SECOND. I. "Tis merry in greenwood, thus runs the old lay,- Then rears the ash his airy crest, Then shines the birch in silver vest, Though a thousand branches join their screen, And tip the leaves with lighter green, With brighter tints the flower: Dull is the heart that loves not then The deep recess of the wildwood glen, II. Less merry, perchance, is the fading leaf Silent is then the forest bound, Save the redbreast's note, and the rustling sound Yet then, too, I love the forest wide, Or whether the soft and silvery haze, Where wimpling tissue from the gaze III. Fair Metelill was a woodland maid, Who lived by bow and quiver; And well on Ganlesse river. Yet free though he trespass'd on woodland game, More known and more fear'd was the wizard fame Of Jutta of Rookhope, the Outlaw's dame; Sprung forth the grey-goose shaft. IV. Yet had this fierce and dreaded pair, And nought of fraud, or ire, or ill, The spells in dimpled smile that lie, And a downcast blush, and the darts that fly With the sidelong glance of a hazel eye, Were her arms and witchery. So young, so simple was she yet, She scarce could childhood's joys forget, Beneath the greenwood tree, To plait the rushy coronet, And braid with flowers her locks of jet, Yet could that heart, so simple, prove Ah! gentle maid, beware! V. One morn, in kirtle green array'd, And while the beads she strung, VI. SONG. "LORD WILLIAM was born in gilded bower, The heir of Wilton's lofty tower; Yet better loves Lord William now To roam beneath wild Rookhope's brow; With gawds and jewels deck their hair, |