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I had not read another spell, Then on his cheek a buffet fell, i fierce, it stretch'd him on the plain, Beside the wounded Deloraine. From the ground he rose dismay'd, And shook his huge and matted head ; One word be matter'd, and no more• Han of age, thou smitest sore!» No more the elfin page durst try Into the wond'rous book to pry; The casps, though smeard with christian gore, Star faster than they were before, He bid it underneath his cloak.Kow, if you ask who gave the stroke, I cannot tell, so mot I thrive; It was not given by man alive. (4)
XIV. Full sore amazed at the wondrous change,
And frighten'd, as a child might be, At the wild yell and visage strange,
And the dark words of gramarye, The child, amidst the forest bower, Stood rooted like a lily flower; And when at length, with trembling pace,
He sought to find where Branksome lay, He feard to see that grisly face
Glare from some thicket on his way.
XI. Cavillingly himself be address'd Te do his master's high behest : He lifted up the living corse, ånd laid it on the weary horse; He led him into Branksome-hall, Before the beards of the warders all; And each did after swear and say, There only pass'd a wain of hay. He took him to Lord David's tower, Even to the Ladye's secret bower; And, but that stronger spells were spread, And the door might not be opened, He had laid him on her very bed. Whate'er he did of gramarye,' Vas always done maliciously; Hefung the warrior on the ground, And the blood well's freshly from the wound.
Comes nigher still, and nigher;
And his red eye shot fire.
But still in act to spring;
XII. As he repass'd the outer court, le spied the fair young child at sport: De thought to train him to the wood; For at a word, be it understood, He was always for ill, and never for good. Send to the boy, some comrade gay Led him forth to the woods to play ; On the draw-bridge the warders stout Saw a terrier and lurcher passing out.
He led the boy o'er bank and fell,
Until they came to a woodland brook; The running stream dissolved the spell, (5)
And his own elvish shape he took. Could he have had his pleasure vilde, Be bad crippled the joints of the noble child; Or, with bis fiogers long and lean, Had strangled himn in fiendish spleen. But his awful mother he had in dread, And also his power was limited; So he but scowld on the startled child, And darted through the forest wild;
And quelld the ban-dog's ire :
And born in Lancashire.
Five hundred feet him fro;
No archer bended bow.
Set off his sunburnt face;
His barret-cap did grace;
XVII. His kirtle, made of forest green,
Reach'd scantly to his knee;
und, at his belt, of arrows keen
turbish'd sheaf bore be:
No larger fence had he;
Would strike below the knee; (6)
On the stone threshold stretch'd along: She thought some spirit of the sky
Had done the bold moss-trooper wrong; Because, despite her precept dread, Perchance he in the book bad read ; But the broken lance in his bosom stood, And it was earthly steel and wood.
And with a charm she staunch'd the blood; She bade the cash be cleansed and bound:
No longer by bis couch she stood; But she has ta'en the broken lance,
Apd wash'd it from the clotted gore,
And salved the splinter o'er and o'er. (8)
Then to her maidens she did say,
Within the course of a night and day.
XX. « Gramercy, for thy good will, fair boy! My mind was never set so high; But if thou art chief of such a clap, . . And art the son of such a man, And ever comest to thy command,
Our wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand,
Thou 'lt make them work upon the Border. Meantime, be pleased to come with me, For good Lord Dacre shalt thou see: I think our work is well begun, When we have taken thy father's son.»
XXIV. So pass'd the day-the evening fell. 'T was near the time of curfew bell; The air was mild, the wind was calm, The stream was smooth, the dew was balm; E'en the rude watchman, on the tower, Enjoy'd and bless'd the lovely hour; Far more fair Margaret loved and bless d The hour of silence and of rest. On the high turret sitting lone, . She waked at times the lute's soft tone; Touch'd a wild pote, and, all between, Thought of the bower of hawthorns green. Her golden hair stream'd free from band, Her fair cheek rested on lier band, Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.
XXI. Although the child was led away, In Branksome still he seem'd to stay, For so the Dwarf his part did play; And, in the shape of that young boy, He wrought the castle much annoy. The comrades of the young Buccleuch He pinch'd, and beat, and overthrew; Nay, some of them he well nigh slew. He tore Dame Maadlia's silken tire, And, as Sym Hall stood by the fire, He lighted the match of his bandelier, And woefully scorch'd the hack butteer.” It may be hardly thought or said, The mischief that the urchin made, Till many of the castle guess'd That the young baron was possess'd!
XXV. Is yon the star, o'er Penchryst Pen, That rises slowly to her ken, And, spreading broad its wavering light, Shakes its loose tresses on the night? Is yon red glare the western star! 0,'t is the beacon-blaze of war! Scarce could she draw her tightep'd breath, For well she knew the fire of death!
XXVI. The warder view'd it blazing strong, And blew his war-note loud and long, Till, at the high and haughty sound, Rock, wood, and river, rang around. The blast alarm'd the festal hall, And startled forth the warriors all;
• Bandelier, belt for carrying ammunition.
And Lothian heard the regent's order,
The ceaseless sound of steel ;
Sent forth the larum peal;
Fa dowoward, in the castle-yard,
Ride out, ride out,
The foe to scout!
That ever are true and stout.-
While loud the harness rang,
The ready horsemen sprang;
And out! and out! la basty route, The horsemen gallop'd forth; heersing to the south to scout,
And east, and west, and north,
And ruddy blush'd the heaven;
All flaring and uneven.
XXXI. The poble dame, amid the broil, Shared the gray seneschal's high toil, And spoke of danger with a smile; Cheer'd the young knights, and council sage Held with the chiefs of riper age. No tidings of the foe were brought, . Nor of his numbers knew they aught, Nor in what time the truce he sought.
Some said, that there were thousands ten, And others wecn'd that it was nought
But Leven Claus, or Tynedale men,
Might drive them lightly back agen.
CEASED the high sound-the listening throng Applaud the master of the song; And marvel much, in helpless age, So hard should be his pilgrimage. Had he no friend---no daughter dear, His wandering toil to share and cheer; No son, to be his father's stay, And guide him on the rugged way? « Ay, once he had—but he was dead!»Upon the harp he stoop'd his head, And busied himself the strings withal, To hide the tear that fain would fall. In solemn measure, soft and slow, Arose a father's notes of woe.
Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide
The glaring bale-fires blaze no more; No longer steel-clad warriors ride
Along thy wild and willow'd shore; Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still,
Borene, make ready. - Protection-inoney exacted by freebooters.
And, at his belt, of arrows keen
A furbish'd sheaf bore be:
No larger fence had he;
Would strike below the knce; (6) His slackend bow was in his hand, And the leash, that was his blood-hound's I.
* ture passing tall,
is broad shoulders loosely hung;
Seem'd newly dyed with gore; His shafts and bow, of wondrous strength, "His hardy partner bore.
XVIII. He would not do the fair child barm But held him with his powerful arm That he might neither tight nor the For when the red cross spied he The boy strove long and viole: « Now, by St George,» their « Edward, methinks we les This boy's fair face, au 1 Show he is come of li.
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VI. Thus to the Ladye did Tinlinn show The tidings of the English foe. « Belted Will Howard (1) is marching here, And hot Lord Dacre, (8) with many a spear, And all the German hackbut-men,' (9) Who have long lain at Askerten. They cross'd the Liddel at curfew hour, And burnt my little lonely tower; The fiend receive their souls therefor! It had not been burnt this year and more. Barn-yard and dwelling, blazing bright, Served to guide me on my flight; But I was chased the livelong night. Black John of Akeshaw, and Fergus Grame, Full fast upon my traces came, Until I turu'd at Priesthaugl Scrocc, And shot their horses in the bog, Slew Fergus with my lance outrightI had him long at high despite, He drove my cows last Fastern's night.
will all for blows and blood! de vitale from the Liddel side,
van through the flood.
e tyuelale snatchers knock down at the gate, and prove the lock; AS last St Barnabright
him a whole summer night, i morning; well they knew, #hatay never twang'd-the yew.
da su pe has been the evening shower, un bene him from his Liddel tower; As by my faith, the gate-ward said, od tamud I will prove a warden-raid.»
Three hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen.
Meanwhile, full many a warlike band, From Teviot, Aill, and Ettrick shade, Came in, their chief's defence to aid. There was saddling and mounting in haste,
There was pricking o'er moor and lea, He that was last at the crysting-place
Was but lighuy held of his gay ladye.
From fair St Mary's silver wave,
From dreary Gamescleugh's dusky height, His ready lances Thirlestane brave
Array'd beneath a banner bright. (10)
For faith 'mid feudal jars;
Would march to southern wars :
Au furoad commanded by the warden in person. the broken around in a boy
Scotts of Eskdale, a stalwart band, (12)
Come trooping down the Todshawhill; By the sword they won their land,
And by the sword they hold it still. Harkan, ladye, to the tale, la tine sires won fair Eskdale.Earl Merton was lord of that valley fair, Te kattisons were his vassals there. Par earl was gentle, and mild of mood, The vassals were warlike, and fierce, and rude; hm of heart, and liaughty of word, Lebe they reck'd of a tame liege-lord. Learl to fair Eskdale came, Bomage and seignory to claim :
Gibert the Galliard a heriot' he sought, Smog, Give thy best steed, as a vassal ought.» - Dear to me is my bonny white steed, Oh bas he help'd me at pinch of need; Lord and earl though thou be, I trow, Tran rein Bucksfoot better than thou.»— Word on word gave fuel to fire, Til sa highly blazed the Beattisons' ire, far that the earl his flight bad ta'en, The vassals there their lord had slaio. Sore he plied both whip and spur, di be urged his steed through Eskdale muir; And it fell down a weary weight, last on the threshold of Branksome gate.
Beshrew thy heart, of the Beattisons' clan
From Woodhouselie to Chester-glen,
Their gathering word was Bellenden. (13)
And high her heart of pride arose ;
And learn to face his foes.
I saw him draw a cross-bow stiff, And his true arrow struck afar
The raven's nest upon the cliff ;
nag-Take these traitors to thiy yoke; Top a cast of hawks, and a purse of gold, All Eskdale I 'll sell thee, to have and hold :
'The fental superior, in sert Wat vasel, in same of 13
al superior, in certain cases, 'was entitled to the best Tagal, ia name of Heriot, or Herezeld.