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Poor remnants of the bleeding heart,

Not that the blush to wooer dear, Ellen and I will seek, apart,

Nor paleness that of maiden fear. The refuge of some forest cell,

| It may not be- forgive her, chief, There, like the hunted quarry, dwell,

Nor hazard aught for our relief. Till on the mountain and the moor,

Against his sovereign, Douglas ne'er The stero pursuit be past and o'er.”

| Will level a rebellious spear.

'Twas I that taught his youthful hand xxx.

To rein a steed and wield a brand; “No, by mine honour,” Roderick said,

I see him yet, the princely boy! "So help me, heaven, and my good blade!

Not Ellen more my pride and joy: No, never! blasted be yon pine,

I love him still, despite my wrongs, My fathers' ancient crest and mine,

By hasty wrath and slanderous tongues. If from its shade in danger part

O seek the grace you well may find,
The lineage of the bleeding heart!

Without a cause to maine combined.”
Hear my blunt speech, grant me this maid
To wife, thy counsel to inine aid;

XXXIII.
To Douglas, leagued with Roderick Dhu, | Twice through the hall the chieftain strode;
Will friends and allies flock enow;

The waving of his tartans broad, Like cause of doubt, distrust, and grief,

And darkened brow, where wounded pride Wil bind to us each western chief.

With ire and disappointment vied, When the loud pipes my bridal tell,

Seemed, by the torch's gloomy light,
The links of Forth shall hear the knell,

Like the ill demon of the night,
The guards shall start in Stirling's porch; Stooping his pinions' shadowy sway
And, when I light the nuptial torch,

Upon the ’nighted pilgrim's way:
A thousand villages in flames

But, unrequited love! thy dart Shall scare the slumbers of king James! Plunged deepest its envenomed smart, -Nas, Ellen, blench not thus away,

And Roderick, with thine anguish stung, And, mother, cease these signs, I pray;

At length the hand of Douglas wrung, I meant not all my heart might say,

While eyes, that mocked at tears before, Snuall need of inroad, or of fight,

With bitter drops were running o'er. When the sage Douglas may unite

The death pangs of long-cherished hope Each mountain clan in friendly band,

Scarce in that ample breast had scope, To guard the passes of their land.

But, struggling with his spirit proud, Till the foiled king, from pathless glen,

Convulsive heaved its chequered shroud, Shall bootless turn him home agen."

While every sob-50 mute were all

Was heard distinctly through the hall.
XXXI.

The son's despair, the mother's look,
There are who have, at midnight hour,

III might the gentle Ellen brook; lo slamber scaled a dizzy tower,

She rose, and to her side there came,
And, on the verge that beetled o'er

To aid her parting steps, the Græme.
The ocean-tide's incessant roar,
Dreamed calmly out their dangerous dream,

XXXIV.
Till wakened by the morning bear:1,

Then Roderick from the Douglas broke When, dazzled by the eastern glow,

As flashes flame through sable smoke, Such startler cast his glance below,

Kindling its wreaths, long, dark, and low, And saw unmeasured depth around,

To one broad blaze of ruddy glow, And heard onintermitted sound,

So the deep anguish of despair And thought the battled fence so frail,

Burst, in fierce jealousy, to air. It waved like cobweb in the gale;

With stalwart grasp his hand he laid Amid his senses' giddy wheel,

On Malcolm's breast and belted plaid: Did he not desperate impulse feel,

“ Back, beardless boy!” he sternly said, Headlong to plunge himself below,

“ Back, minion! hold'st thou thus at naught And meet the worst his fears foreshow

The lesson I so lately taught? Thos, Ellen, dizzy and astound,

This roof, the Douglas, and that maid, As sudden rain yawned around,

Thank thou for punishment delayed.” By crossing terrors wildly tossed,

Eager as greyhound on his game, Sull for the Douglas fearing most,

Fiercely with Roderick grappled Græme. Could searce the desperate thought withstand,

“ Perish my name, if aught afford To bay his safety with her band.

Its chieftain safety, save his sword!”

Thus as they strove, their desperate hand XXXII.

Griped to the dagger or the brand, Such parpose dread could Malcolm spy

And death had been-but Douglas rose, lo Ellen's quivering lip and eye,

And thrust between the struggling foes And eager rose to speak-but ere

His giant strength:-“Chieftains, forego! His tongue could hurry forth his fear,

I hold the first who strikes, my foe. Had Douglas marked the hectio strife,

Madmen, forbear your frantic jar! Where death seemed combating with life; What! is the Douglas fallen so far, Por to her cheek, in feverish flood,

His daughter's hand is deemed the spoil One instant rushed the throbbing blood,

Of such dishonourable broil!” Then ebbing back, with sudden sway,

Sullen and slowly they unclasp, Left its domain as wan as clay.

As struck with shame, their desperate grayp, “ Roderick, enough! enough!” he cried,

And each upon his rival glared, “My daughter cannot be thy bride;

With foot advanced, and blade half bared.

XXXV.

And Allan strained his anxious eye Ere yet the brands aloft were flung,

Far mid the lake, his form to spy Margaret on Roderick's mantle hung,

Darkening across each puny wave, And Malcolm heard his Ellen scream,

To which the moon her silver gave. As faltered through terrific dream.

Fast as the cormorant could skim, Then Roderick plunged in sheath his sword, The swimmer plied each active limb; And veiled his wrath in scornful word.

Tuen, landing in the moonlight dell, “ Rest safe till morning; pity 'twere

Loud shouted of his weal to tell.
Such cheek should feel the midnight air!16 The minstrel heard the far halloo,
Then mayest thou to James Stuart tell,

And joyful from the shore withdrew.
Roderick will keep the lake and fell,
Nor lackey, with his freeborn clan,

CANTO III.
The pageant pomp of earthly man.

THE GATHERING,
More would he of Clan-Alpine know,
Thou canst our strength and passes show.

TIME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore Malise, what ho!”-his hench-man came;17

Who danced our infancy upon their knee, “ Give our safe-conduct to the Grame.”

And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Young Malcolm answered, calm and bold,

Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, “ Fear nothing for thy favourite hold:

How are they blotted from the things that be! The spot an angel deigned to grace,

How few, all weak and withered of their force, Is blessed though robbers haunt the place.

Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Thy churlish courtesy for those

Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, Reserve, who fear to be thy foes.

To sweep them from our sight! Time rolls his As safe to me the mountain way

ceaseless course. At midnight, as in blaze of day, Though with bis boldest at his back,

Yet live there still who can remember well, E'en Roderick Dhu beset the track.

How, when a mountain chief his bugle blew, Brave Douglas,-lovely Ellen, nay,

Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell, Nought here of parting will I say.

And solitary heath, the signal knew; Earth does not hold a lonesome glen,

And fast the faithful clan around him drew, So secret, but we meet agen.

What time the warning note was keenly wound, Chieftain! we too shall find an hour.”

What time aloft their kindred banner flew, He said, and left the sylvan bower.

While clamorous war-pipes yelled the gather

ing sound, XXXVI.

And while the fiery cross glanced, like a meteor, Old Allan followed to the strand,

round, (Such was the Douglas's command,) And anxious told, how, on the morn,

The summer dawn's reflected hue The stern sir Roderick deep had sworn,

To purple changed Loch-Katrine blue; The fiery cross should circle o'er

Mildly and soft the western breeze Dale, glen, and valley, down, and moor.

Just kissed the lake, just stirred the trees, Much were the peril to the Grame,

And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, From those who to the signal came:

Trembled, but dimpled not for joy; Far up the lake 'twere safest land,

The mountain shadows on her breast Himself would row him to the strand.

Were neither broken nor at rest; He gave his counsel to the wind,

lo bright uncertainty they lie, While Malcolm did, unheeding, bind,

Like future joys to fancy's eye. Round dirk, and pouch, and broadsword rolled,

The water lily to the light His ample plaid in tightened fold,

Her chalice reared of silver bright: And stripped his limbs to such array,

The doe awoke, and to the lawn,
As best might suit the watery way.

Begemmed with dew-drops, led her fawn;
XXXVII.

The gray mist left the mountain side,
Then spoke abrupt: “ Farewell to thee,

The torrent showed its glistening pride; Pattern of old fidelity!”

Invisible in flecked sky, The minstrel's hand he kindly pressed,

The lark seut down her revelry; “O! could I point a place of rest!

| The black-bird and the speckled thrush My sovereign holds in ward my land,

Good-morrow gave from brake and bush; My uncle leads my vassal band,

In answer cooed the cushat dove To tame his foes, his friends to aid,

Her notes of peace, and rest, and love. Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade.

III. Yet, if there be one faithful Grame,

No thought of peace, no thought of rest, Who loves the chieftain of bis name,

| Assuaged the storm in Roderick's breast. Not long shall honoured Douglas dwell,

With sheathed broadsword in his hand, Like hunted stag, in mountain cell;

Abrupt be paced the islet strand, Nor, ere yon pride-swollen robber dare,

And eyed the rising sun, and laid I may not give the rest to air!

His band on his impatient blade. Tell Roderick Dhu, I owed him nought,

Beneath a rock, his vassai's care Not the poor service of a boat,

Was prompt the ritual to prepare, To waft me to yon mountain side.”

With deep and deathful meaning fraught; Thea plunged he in the flashing tide.

| For such antiqui y had taught Bold o'er the flood his head he bore,

Was preface meet, ere yet abroad
And ctcutly steered him from the shore; | The cross of fire should take its road,

The shrinking band stood oft aghast
At the impatient glance he cast;-
Such glance the mountain eagle threw,
As, from the cliffs of Ben-venue,
She spread her dark sails on the wind,
And, high in middle heaven reclined,
With her broad shadow on the laku,
Silenced the warblers of the brake.

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A heap of withered boughs was piled,
Of juniper and rowan wild,
Mingled with shivers from the oak,
Rent by the lightning's recent stroke.
Brian, the hermit, by it stood,
Barefooted, in his frock and hood.
His grisled beard and matted hair
Obscured a visage of despair;
His baked arms and legs, seamed o'er,
The scars of frantic penance bore.
That monk, of savage form and face,
The impending danger of his race
Had drawn from deepest solitude,
Far in Benharrow's bosom rude.
Not his the mien of Christain priest,
But Druid's, from the grave released,
Whose hardened heart and eye might brook
On human sacrifice to look;
And much, 'twas said, of heathen lore
Mixed in the charms he muttered o'er.
The hallowed creed gave only worse
And deadlier emphasis of curse;
No peasant sought that hermit's prayer,
His cave the pilgrim shunned with care;
The eager huntsman knew his bound,
And in mid chase called off his hound;
Or if, in lonely glen or strath,
The desert-dweller met his path,
He prayed, and signed the cross between,
While terror took devotion's mien.

But locked her secret in her breast,
And died in travail, unconfessed.

VI.
Alone, among his young compeers,
Was Brian from his infant years;
A moody and heart-broken boy,
Estranged from sympathy and joy,
Bearing each taunt which careless tongue
On his mysterious lineage flung:
Whole nights he spent by moonlight pale,
To wood and stream his hap to wail,
Till, frantic, he as truth received
What of his birth the crowd believed,
And sought, in mist and meteor fire,
To meet and know his phantom sire!
In vain, to sooth his way ward fate,
The cloister oped her pitying gate;
In vain, the learning of the age
Unclasped the sable-lettered page;
E'en in its treasures he could find
Food for the fever of his mind.
Eager he read whatever tells
Of magic, cabala, and spells,
And every dark pursuit allied
To curious and presumptuous pride;
Till, with fired brain and nerves o'erstrung,
And heart with mystic horrors wrung.
Desperate he sought Benharrow's den,
And hid him from the haunts of men.

VII. The desert gave him visions wild, Such as might suit the spectre's child.s Where with black cliff's the torrents toil, He watched the wheeling eddies boil, Till, from their foam, his dazzled eyes Beheld the river demon rise; The mountain-mist took form and limb. Of noontide bag, or goblin grim; The midnight wind came wild and dread, Swelled with the voices of the dead; Far on the future battle-heath His eye beheld the ranks of death: Thus the lone seer, from mankind hurled. Shaped forth a disembodied world. One lingering sympathy of mind Still bound him to the mortal kind; The only parent he could claim Of ancient Alpine's lineage came. Late had he heard in prophet's dream, The fatal Ben-Shie's boding scream;6 Sounds, too, had come in midnight blast, Of charging steeds, careering fast Along Benharrow's shingly side, Where mortal horseman ne'er might ride:7 The thunder-bolt had split the pine, All augured ill to Alpine's line. He girt his loins, and came to show The signals of impending wo, And now stood prompt to bless or ban, As bade the chieftain of his clan.

VUI. 'Twas all prepared;-and from the rock, A goat, the patriarch of the flock, Before the kindling pile was laid, And pierced by Roderick's ready blade. Patient the sickening victim eyed The life-blood ebb in crimson tide, Down his clogged beard and shaggy limb, Till darkness glazed his eye-balls dim. | The grisly priest, with murmuring praya, A slender crosslet, formed with care,

V. Of Brian's birth strange tales were told;3 His mother watched a midoight fold, Built deep within a dreary glen, Where scattered lay the bones of men, In some forgotten battle slain, And bleached by drifting wind and rain. It might have tamed a warrior's heart, To view such mockery of his art! The knot-grass fettered there the hand, Which once could burst an iron band; Beneath the broad and ample bone, That bucklered heart to fear unknown, A feeble and a timorous guest, The field-fare framed her lowly nest; T'here the slow blind-worm left his slime On the fleet limbs that mocked at time; And there, too, lay the leader's skull, Sull wreathed with chaplet, flushed and full, For heath-bell, with her purple bloom, Supplied the bonnet and the plume. Ali'night, in this sad glen, the maid Sate, shrouded in her mantle's shade: She said, no shepherd sought her side, No hunter's hand her snood untied, Yet ne'er again to braid her hair The virgin snood did Alice wear;* Gone was her maiden glee and sport, Her maiden girdle all too short, Nor sought she, from that fatal night, Or holy church, or blessed rite,

A cubit's length in measure due;
The shafts and limbs were rods of yew,
Whose parents in Inch-Cailliach wave
Their shadows o'er Clan-Alpine's grave,
And, answering Lomond's breezes deep,
Sooth many a chieftain's endless sleep.
The cross, thus formed, he held on high,
With wasted hand, and haggard eye,
And strange and mingled feelings woke,
While his anathema he spoke:

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“ Wo to the clansman, who shall view
This symbol of sepulchral yew,
Forgetful that its branches grew
Where weep the heavens their holiest dew

On Alpine's dwelling low!
Deserter of his chieftain's trust,
He ne'er shall mingle with their dust,
But, from his sires and kindred thrust,
Each clansman's execration just

Shall doom him wrath and wo."
He paused;-the word the vassals took,
With forward step and fiery look,
0.1 high their naked brands they shook,
Their clattering targets wildly strook;

And first, in murmur low,
Then, like the billow in his course,
That far to seaward finds his source,
And flings to shore his mustered force,
Burst, with loud roar, their answer hoarse,

“Wo to the traitor, wo!”
Ben-an's gray scalp the accents knew,
The joyous wolf from covert drew,
The exulting eagle screamed atar,-
They knew the voice of Alpine's war.

Whilc, with set teeth and clenched hand,
And eyes that glowed like fiery brand,
He meditated curse more dread,
And deadlier on the clans-man's head,
Who, summoned to his chieftain's aid,
The signal saw and disobeyed.
The crosslet's points of sparkling wood
He quenched among the bubbling blood,
And, as again the sign he reared,
Hollow and hoarse his voice was heard:
“ When flits this cross from man to man,
Vich-Alpine's summons to his clan,
Burst be the ear that fails to heed!
Palsied the foot that shups to speed!
May ravens tear the careless eyes,
Wolves make the coward heart their prize!
As sinks that blood-stream in the earth,
So may his heart's blood drench his hearth!
As dies in hissing gore the spark,
Quench thou his light, destruction dark !
And be the grace to him denied,
Bought by this sign to all beside!”
He ceased: no echo gave agen
The murmur of the deep amen.

XII.
Then Roderick, with impatient look,
From Brian's hand the symbol took:
“ Speed, Malise, speed!” he said, and gave
The crosslet to his hench-man brave.
“ The muster-place be Lanric mead
Instant the time-speed, Malise, speed!”
Like heath-bird, when the hawks pursue,
A barge across Loch-Katrine flew:
High stood the hench-man on the prow,
So rapidly the barge-men row,
The bubbles, where they lanched the boat,
Were all unbroken and afloat.
Dancing in foam and ripple stil,
When it had neared the mainland hill;
And from the silver beach's side
Still was the prow three fathom wide,
When lightly bounded to the land
The messenger of blood and brand.

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The shout was hushed ou lake and fell,
The monk resumed his muttered spell.
Dismal and low its accents came,
The while he scathed the cross with f
And the few words that reached the air,
Although the holiest name was there,
Had more of blasphemy than prayer.
But when he shook above the crowd
Its kindled points, he spoke aloud:
“Wo to the wretch, who fails to rear
At this dread sign the ready spear!
For, as the flames this symbol sear,
His home, the refuge of his fear,

A kindred fate shall know;
Far o'er its roof the volumed fame
Clan-Alpine's vengeance shall proclaim,
While maids and matrons on his name
Shall call down wretchedness and shame,

And infamy and wo.
Then rose the cry of females, shrill
As goss-hawk's whistle on the hill,
Denouncing misery and ill,
Mingled with childhood's babbling i

Of curses stammered slow,
Answering, with imprecation dread,
“ Sunk be his home in embers red!
And cursed be the meanest shed
That e'er shall bide the houseless head,

We doom to want and wo!” A sharp and shrieking echo gave, Coir-Uriskin, thy goblin cave! And the gray pass where birches wave, On Beala-nam-bo.

XI. Then deeper paused the priest anew, And bard his labouring breath he drew,

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Speed, Malise, speed! the dun deer's hide
On fleeter foot was never tied.9
Speed, Malise, speed! such cause of haste
Thine active sinews never braced.
Bend 'gainst the steepy hill thy breast,
Burst down like torrent from its crcst;
With short and springing footstep pass
The trembling bog and false morass;
Across the brook like roebuck bound,
And thread the brake like questing hound;
The crag is high, the scaur is deep,
Yet shrink not from the desperate leap;
Parched are thy burning lips and brow,
Yet by the fountain pause not now;
Herald of battle, fate, and fear,
Stretch onward in thy fleet career!
The wounded hind thou track'st not now,
Pursuest not maid through green-wood bough,
Nor pliest thou now thy flying pace,
With rivals in the mountain. race;
But danger, death, and warrior deed,
Are in thy course-Speed, Malise, speed!

XIV.
Fast as the fatal symbol flies,
In arms the huts and hamlets rise;
From winding glen, from upland brown,
| They poured each hardy tenant down.

Nor slacked the messenger his pace;

Like the dew on the mountain, He showed the sign, he named the place,

Like the foam on the river, And, pressing forward like the wind,

Like the bubble on the fountain, Left clamour and surprise behind.

Thou art gone, and for ever! The fisherman forsook the strand,

XVII. The swarthy smith took dirk and brand;

See Stumah,* who, the bier beside, With changed cheer, the mower blith

His master's corpse with wonder eyed, Left in the half cut swathe his sithe;

Poor Stumah! whom his least halloo The herds without a keeper strayed,

Could send like lightning o'er the dew, The plough was in mid-furrow staid,

Bristles his crest, and points his ears, The fale'ner tossed his hawk away,

As if some stranger step he hears. The hunter left the stag at bay;

'Tis not a mourner's muffled tread, Prompt at the signal of alarms,

Who comes to sorrow o'er the dead, Each son of Alpine rushed to arms;

But headlong haste, or deadly fear, So swept the tumult and affray

Urge the precipitate career. Along the margin of Achray.

All stand aghast:-unheeding all, Alas! thou lovely lake! that e'er

The hench-man bursts into the hall: Thy banks should echo sounds of fear!

Before the dead man's bier he stood, The rocks, the bosky thickets, sleep

Held forth the cross besmeared with blood; So stilly on thy bosom deep,

“ The muster-place is Lanric mead; The lark's blith carol, from the cloud,

Speed forth the signal! clansmen, speed!" Seems for the scene too gayly loud.

XVIII.
XV.

Angus, the heir of Duncan's line,
Speed, Malise, speed! the lake is past,

Sprung forth and seized the fatal sign. Duncraggan's buts appear at last,

In haste the stripling to his side And peep, like moss-grown rocks, half seen,

His father's dirk and broad-sword tied; Half hidden in the copse so green;

But when he saw his mother's eye There mayst thou rest, thy labour done,

Watch him in speechless ågony, Their lord shall speed the signal on.

Back to her opened arms he fiew, As stoops the hawk upon his prev,

Pressed on her lips a fond adieuThe hench-man shot him down the way.

“ Alas!” she sobbed, and yet be gone, Wbut woful accents load the gale?

And speed thee forth like Duncan's son!” The funeral yell, the female wail!

One look he cast upon the bier, A gallant hunter's sport is o'er,

Dashed from his eye the gathering tear, A valiant warrior fights no more.

Breathed deep, to clear his labouring breast, Who. in the battle or the chase.

And tossed aloft his bonnet crest, At Roderick's side shall fill his place?

Then, like the high-bred colt, when, freed, Within the hall, where torches' ray

First he essays his fire and speed, Supplied the excluded beams of day,

He vanished, and o'er moor and moss Lies Duncan on his lowly bier,

Sped forward with the fiery cross. And o'er him streams his widow's tear.

Suspended was the widow's tear, His stripling son stands mournful dy,

While yet his footsteps she could hear; His youngest weeps, but kuows not why;

And when she marked the hench-man's eye The village maids and matrons round

Wet with unwonted sympathy, The dismal coronach 10 resound.

“ Kinsman,” she said, “his race is run,
XVI.

That should have sped thine errand on;
CORONACA.

The oak has fallen-the sapling bough
He is gone on the mountain,

Is all Duncraggan's shelter now. He is lost to the forest,

Yet trust I well, his duty done, Like a summer-dried fountain,

The orphan's God will guard my son.

And you, in many a danger true,
When our need was the sorest.
The font, reappearing,

At Duncan's hest your blades that drew,
From the rain drops shall borrow,

To arms, and guard that orphan's head! But to us comes no cheering,

Let babes and women wail the dead.” To Duncan no morrow!

Then weapon-clang, and martial call,

Resounded through the funeral hall, The hand of the reaper

While from the walls the attendant band Tanus me ears that are hoary,

Snatched sword and targe, with hurried hand; But the voice of the weeper

And short and fitting energy Wails manhood in glory;

Glanced from the mourner's sunken eye, The autumn winds rushing

As if the sounds, to warrior dear, Waft the leaves that are searest,

Might rouse her Duncan from his bier. But our flower was in flushing,

But faded soon that borrowed force; When blighting was nearest

Grief claimed his right, and tears their course, Fleet foot on the correi, t

XIX.
Sage counsel i cumber,
Red hand in the foray,

Benledi saw the cross of fire,
How sound is thy slumber!

It glanced like lightning up Strath-Ire.11

O'er dale and hill the summons flew, • Funeral song.

Nor rest nor pause young Angus knews + Or corti-The bollow ride of the bill, whore game wually lies,

Faithful-The name of a dog.

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