“At merry feast, or buxom chase,

No more the warrior shalt thou see. “ Few suns have set, since Woodhouseleet

Saw Both wellhaugh's bright goblets foam, When to his hearths, in social glee,

The war-worn soldier turned him home. “ There, wan from her maternal throes,

His Margaret, beautiful and mild, Sate in her bower, a pallid rose,

And peaceful nursed her new-born ehild. “( change accurst! past are those days;

False Murray's ruthless spoilers came, And, for the hearth's domestic blaze,

Ascends destruction's volumed flame. “ What sheeted phantom wanders wild,

Where mountain Eske thro' woodland flows, Her arms enfold a shadowy child!

Oh is it she, the pallid rose? " The wildered traveller sees her glide,

And hears her feeble voice with awe; • Revenge,' she cries, on Murray's pride!

And wo for injured Bothwellhaugh!'” He ceased; and cries of rage and grief

Burst mingling from the kindred band, And half arose the kindling chief,

And half unsheathed his Arran brand. But who, o'er bush, o'er stream, and rock,

Rides headlong, with resistless speed, Whose bloody poniard's frantic stroke

Drives to the leap his jaded steed?5 Whose cheek is pale, whose eye-balls glare,

As one some visioned sight that saw, Whose hands are bloody, loose his hair?

--'Tis he! 'tis he! 'tis Bothwellhaugh! From gory selle, * and reeling steed,

Sprung the fierce horseman with a bound, And, reeking from the recent deed,

He dashed his carbine on the ground. Sternly he spoke: “ 'Tis sweet to hear,

In good green-wood, the bugle blown; But sweeter to revenge's ear,

To drink a tyrant's dying groan. “ Your slaughtered quarry proudly trod,

At dawning morn, o'sr dale and down, But prouder base-born Murray rode

Through old Linlithgow's cirowded town. « From the wild border's humbled side,

In haughty triumph marched he, 6 While Knox relaxed his bigot pride,

And smiled, the traitorous pomp to see. “ But can stern Power, with all his vaunt,

Or Pomp, with all her courtly glare, The settled heart of Vengeance daunt,

Or change the purpose of Despair?
“With hackbut bent,+ my secret stand,?

Dark as the purposed deed, I chose,
And marked, where, mingling in his band,

Trooped Scottish pikes and English bows. « Dark Morton, girt with many a spear, 8

Murder's foul minion, led the van;
And clashed their broadswords in the rear,

The wild Macfarlane's plaided clan. 9

“ Glencairn and stout Parkhead were nigh,

Obsequious at their regent's rein, 10 And haggard Lindsay's iron eye,

That saw fair Mary weep in vain." “ Mid pennoned spears, a steely grove,

Proud Murray's plumage floated high; Scarce could his trampling charger move,

So close the minions crowded nigh. 12 “ From the raised vizor's shade, bis ere,

Dark rolling, glanced the ranks along, And his steel truncheon, waved on high,

Seemed marshalling the iron throng. " But yet his saddened brow confessed

A passing shade of doubt and awe; Some fiend was whispering in his breast,

• Beware of injured Bothwellhaugh!' " The death-shot parts, the charger springs,

Wild rises tumult's startling roar! And Murray's plumy helmet rings,

Rings on the ground, to rise no more. " What joy the raptured youth can feel,

To hear her love the loved one tell, Or, he who broaches on his steel

The wolf, by whom his infant fell! “But dearer to my injured eye,

To see in dust proud Murray roll; And mine was ten times trebled joy,

To hear him groan his felon soul. “ My Margaret's spectre glided near;

With pride her bleeding victim saw; And shrieked in his death-deafened ear,

Remember injured Bothwellhaugh! « Then speed thee, noble Chatelrault!

Spread to the wind thy bannered tree! Each warrior bend his Clydesdale bow!

Murray is fallen, and Scotland free!” Vaults every warrior to his steed;

Loud bugles join their wild acclaim,“ Murray is fallen and Scotland freed!

Couch, Arran! couch thy spear of flame! But, see! the minstrel vision fails,

The glimmering spears are seen no more: The shouts of war die on the gales,

Or sink in Evan's lonely roar. For the loud bugle, pealing high,

The blackbird whistles down the vale, And sunk in ivied ruins lie

The bannered towers of Evandale. For chiefs intent on bloody deed,

And Vengeance shouting o'er the slain. Lo! high-born Beauty rules the steed,

Or graceful guides the silken rein. And long may Peace and Pleasure own

The maids, who list the minstrel's tale; Nor e'er a ruder guest be known

On the fair banks of Evandale!

1. First of his troop, the chief rode on.-P. 407.

The head of the family of Hamilton, at this pe riod, was James, earl of Arran, duke of Chatetherault in France, and first peer of the Scottish realm. ln 1569, he was appointed by queen Mary, ber lieutenant-general in Scotland, under the singular title of her adopted father.

2. The mountain bull comes thundering on.-P. 407. " In Caledonia olim frequens erat sylvestris ari

Selle-Saddle. A word used by Spencer, and other uncient authors.

Hackbut bent-Gun cooked

dam bos, nunc vero rarior, qui colore candidissi Whair na prince lay thir hundred yeiris before, mo, jubam densam et demissam instar leonis ges

Nae thief durst stir, they did him feir so sair;

And, that they suld na majr thair thift alledge, tat, truculentus ac ferus, ab humano genere abhor

Threescore and twelf he brocht of thame in pledge, reos, ut quæcunque homines vel manibus contrec

Syne wardit thame, whilk made the rest keep orduur, taverint, vel halitu perflaverint, ab iis multos post Than mycht the rasch-bus keep ky on the bordour. dies omnino abstinuerint. Ad hoc tanta audacia

Scottish Poems, both century, p. 232. huic bovi indita erat, ut non solum irritatus equites 7. With hackbut bent, my secret stand.-P. 408. furenter prosterneret, sed ne tantillum lacessitus The carabine, with which the regent was shot, omnes promiscue homines cornibus, ac ungulis pe-is preserved at Hamilton palace. It is a brass piece, teret; ac canum, qui apud nos ferocissimi sunt, im- of a middling length, very small in the bore, and, petus plane contemneret. Ejus carnes cartilagino-what is rather extraordinary, appears to have been se sed saporis suavissimi. Erat is olim per illam rified or indented in the barrel. It had a matchlock, vastissimam Caledonia sylvam frequens, sed hu- for which a modern firelock has been injudiciously maua ingluvie jam assumptus tribus tantum locis substituted. est reliquus, Strivilingii, Cumbernaldiæ, et Kin

8. Dark Morton, girt with many a spear.-P. 408. carpiæ,”- Leslæus, Scotia Descriptio, p. 13.

Of this noted person it is enough to say, that he 3. Stern Claud replied, with darkening face

was active in the murder of David Rizzio, and at (Gray Pasley's haughty lord was he.)-P. 407.

least privy to that of Darnley. Lord Claud Hamilton, second son of the duke

9. The wild Macfarlane's plaided clan.--P. 408. of Chatelherault, and commendator of the abbey

This clan of Lennox highlanders were attached to of Paisley, acted a distinguished part during the troubles of queen Mary's reign, and remained un

the regent Murray. Holinshead, speaking of the batalterably attached to the cause of that unfortunate

tle of Langside, says, “ In this batayle the valiprincess. He led the van of her army at the fatal

ance of an hieland gentleman, named Macfarlane, battle of Langside, and was one of the commanders

stood the regent's part in great steede; for, in the

hottest brunte of the fighte, he came up with two at the Raid of Stirling, which had so nearly given

hundred of his friendes and countrymen, and so complete success to the queen's faction. He was

manfully gave in upon the flankes of the queene's ancestor to the present marquis of Abercorn.

people, that he was a great cause of the disorder4. Few suns have set, since Woodhouselee.-P. 408. Jing of them. This Macfarlane had been lately be

This barony, stretching along the banks of the fore, as I have heard, eondemned to die, for some Esk, near Auchendinny, belonged to Both well- outrage by him committed, and obtayning parhaugh, in right of his wite. The ruins of the man- don through suyt of the countess of Murray, he sion, from whence she was expelled in the brutal recompensed that clemencie by this piece of sermanner which occasioned her death, are still to vice now at this batayle.” Calderwood's account be seen in a hollow glen beside the river. Popu- is less favourable to the Macfarlanes. He states, lar report tenants them with the restless ghost that “ Macfarlane, with bis highlandmen, fed of the lady Bothwellhaugh; whom, however, it from the wing where they were set. The lord confounds with lady Anne Bothwell, whose La- Lindesay, who stood nearest to them in the regent's ment is so popular. This spectre is so tenacious battle, said, ' let them go! I shall fill their places of her rights, that, a part of the stones of the an- | better:' and so stepping forward with a company cient edifice having been employed in building or of fresh men, charged the enemy, whose spears repairing the present Woodhouselee, she has were now spent, with long weapons, so that they deemed it a part of her privilege to haunt that were driven back by force, being before almost house also; and, even of very late years, has ex- overthrown by the avant guard and harquebusiers. cited considerable disturbance and terror among and so were turned to flight.” Calderwood's MS. the domestics. This is a more remarkable vindi- apud Keith, page 480. Melville mcutions the cation of the rights of ghosts, as the present Wood-flight of the vanguard, but states it to have been houselee, which gives his title to the honourable commanded by Morton, and composed chiefly of Alexander Fraser Tytler, a senator of the college commoners of the barony of Renfrew. of justice, is situated on the slope of the Pentland 10. Glencairn and stout Parkhead were nigh, hills, distant at least four miles from her proper

Obsequious at their regent's rein.-P. 408. abode. She always appears in white, and with a The earl of Glencairn was a steady adherent of child in her arms.

the regent. George Douglas, of Parkhead, was a na5. Whose bloody poniard's frantic stroke,

tural brother of the earl of Morton: his horse was Drives to the leap his jaded sleed.-P. 408. killed by the same ball by which Murray fell. Birrell informs us, that Bothwellhaugh, being! 11. And haggard Lindsay's iron eye, closely pursued, “after that spur and wand had

That saw fair Mary weep in vain.-P. 408. failed him, he drew forth his dagger, and strocke Lord Lindesay, of the Byres, was the most fehis horse behind, whilk caused the horse to leap rocious and brutal of the regent's faction; and, as a verey brode stank, (i. e. ditch,) by whilk means such, was employed to extort Mary's signature to he escapit, and gat away from all the rest of the the deed of resignation, presented to her in Lochhorses.”- Birrel's Diary, p. 18.

leven castle. He discharged his commission with

the most savage rigour; and it is even said, that 6. From the wild border's humbled side,

when the weeping captive, in the act of siguing, In haughty triumph marched he.-P. 408.

averted her eyes from the fatal deed, he pinched Murray's death took place shortly after an ex

her arm with the grasp of his iron glove. pedition to the borders; which is thus commemo

12. Scarce could his trampling charger move, rated by the author of his elegy.

So close the minions crowded nigh.-P. 408. “ So having stablischt all thing in this sort,

Richard Bannatyne mentions in his journal, that To Liddisdaill again he did resort,

John Knox repeatedly warned Murray to avoid Throw Ewisdal, Eskdail, and all the daills rode he, And also lay three mights in Cannabie.

s Linlithgow.

Not only had the regent notice of the intended his barn. After he came in, he halted a little, attempt upon his life, but even of the very house leaning upon a chair-back, with his face covered: from which it was threatened.

when he lifted up his head, he said. There are With that infatuation, at which men wonder af- in this house that I have not one word of salvation ter such events have happened, he deemed it would unto;' he halted a little again, saying, “This is be a sufficient precaution to ride briskly past the strange, that the devil will not go out, that we dangerous spot. But even this was prevented by may begin our work!' Then there was a woman the crowd: so that Bothwellhaugh had time to went out, ill looked upon almost all her life, and take a deliberate aim.-Spottiswoode, p. 233. Bu- to her dying hour, for a witch, with many prechanan.

sumptions of the same. It escaped me, in the former passages, that John Muirhead (whom I

have often mentioned) told me, that when he THE GRAY BROTHER.

came from Ireland to Galloway, he was at family A FRAGMENT.

worship, and giving some notes upon the Scripture, Tae imperfect state of this ballad, which was when a very ill looking man came, and sat down written several years ago, is not a circumstance within the door, at the back of the hallan: (paraffected for the purpose of giving it that peculiar tition of the cottage:) immediately he halted, and interest, which is often found to arise from ungra- said, “There is some unhappy body just now come tified curiosity. On the contrary, it was the au-into this house. I charge him to go out, and not thor's intention to have completed the tale, if he stop my mouth.' The person went out, and he had found himself able to succeed to his own satis-insisted, (went on,) yet he saw him neither come faction. Yielding to the opinion of persons, whose in nor go out.”- The Life and Prophecies of Mr. judgment, if not biassed by the partiality of friend- Alexander Peden, late Minister of the Gospel a: ship, is entitled to deference, the author has pre- | New Glenluce, in Galloway, part ii, section 20. ferred inserting these verses, as a fragment, to his intention of entirely suppressing them.

The pope he was saying the high, high mass, The tradition, upon which the tale is founded, All on saint Peter's day, regards a house, upon the barony of Gilmerton, With the power to him given, by the saints in Dear Lasswade, in Mid-Lothian. This building, now heaven, called Gilmerton-Grange, was originally named To wash men's sins away. Burndale, from the following tragic adventure. The pope he was saying the blessed mass, The barony of Gilmerton belonged, of yore, to al And the people kneeled around; gentleman, named Heron, who had one beautiful And from each man's soul his sins did pass, daughter. This young lady was seduced by the As he kissed the holy ground. ahhot of Newhottle & richly endowed abber. upon the banks of the South Esk, now a seat of the And all, among the crowded throng. marquis of Lothian. Heron came to the knowledge Was still, both limb and tongue, of this circumstance, and learned, also, that the While through vaulted roof, and aisles aloof. lovers carried on their guilty intercourse by the The holy accents rung. connivance of the lady's nurse, who lived at this At the holiest word he quivered for fear, house, of Gilmerton-Grange,or Burndale. He form-/ And faltered in the sound; ed a resolution of bloody vengeance, undeterred And, when he would the chalice rear, by the supposed sanctity of the clerical character, He dropped it on the ground. or by the stronger claims of natural affection. The breath of one, of evil deed. Choosing, therefore, a dark and windy night, when

Pollutes our sacred day; the objects of his vengeance were engaged in a stolen interview, he set fire to a stack of dried. He has no portion in our creed. thorns, and other combustibles, which he had! No part in what I say. caused to be piled against the house, and reducell" A being, whom no blessed word to a pile of glowing ashes the dwelling, with all! To ghostly peace can bring; its inmates.*

A wretch, at whose approach abhorred, The scene, with which the ballad opens, was! Recoils each holy thing. suggested by the following curious passage, excl. Up, up, unhappy! haste, arise! tracted from the life of Alexander Peden, one of

My adjuration fear! the wandering and persecuted teachers of the sectos chord of Cameronians, during the reign of Charles 11,1 Nor longer tarry here!”

1 charge thee not to stop my voice, and his successor, James. This person was supposed by his followers, and, perhaps, really be- Amid them all a pilgrim kneeled, lieved himself, to be possessed of supernaturall. In gown of sackcloth gray; gifts; for the wild scenes, which they frequented, I Far journeying from his native field, and the constant dangers, which were incurred He first saw Rome that day. through their proscription, deepened upon their for forty days and nights so drear, minds the gloom of superstition, so general in that l ween, he had not spoke, age.

And, save with bread and water clear, °About the same time he (Peden) came to An- His fast he ne'er had broke. drew Normand's house, in the parish of Alloway, Amid the penitential flock, in the shire of Ayr, being to preach at night in Seemed none more bent to pray:

This tradition was communicated to me by John But, when the holy father spoke, Clerk, esq. of Eldin, author of an Essay upon Naval Tac- He rose, and went his way. tics; who will be remembered by posterity, as having taught the renius of Britain to concentrate her thunders. | Again unto his native land, and to lanch them against her foes with an unerring aim!! His weary course he drew,

To Lothian's fair and fertile strand,

“I come not from the shrine of saint James the And Pentland's mountains blue.

divine, His upblest feet his native seat,

Nor bring relics from over the sea; Mid Eske's fair woods, regain;

I bring but a curse from our father, the pope,

| Which for ever will cling to me." Through woods more fair no stream more sweet Rolls to the eastern main.

“Now, woful pilgrim, say not so! And lords to meet the pilgrim came,

But kneel thee down by me, And vassals bent the knee;

And shrive thee so clean of thy deadly sin, For all 'mid Sootland's chiefs of fame,

That absolved thou may'st be.” Was none more famed than he.

" And who art thou, thou gray brother, And boldly for his country still,

That I should shrive to thee, In battle he had stood,

When he, to whom are given the keys of earth Ay, even when, on the banks of Till,

and heaven, Her noblest poured their blood.

Has no power to pardon me?" Sweet are the paths, O, passing sweet!

“0 I am sent from a distant clime, By Eske's fair streams that run,

Five thousand miles away, O’er airy steep, through copse-wood deep,

And all to absolve a foul, foul crime, Impervious to the sun,

Done here 'twixt night and day;"" There the rapt poet's step may rove,

The pilgrim kneeled him on the sand, And yield the muse the day;

And thus began his sayeThere Beauty, led by timid Love,

When on his neck an ice-cold hand May shun the tell-tale ray:

Did that Gray Brother laye.
From that fair dome, where suit is paid

By blast of bugle free,
To Auchendinny's hazel glade, 2

And haunted Woodhouselee.3

1. From that fair dome, where suit is paid

By blast of bugle free.-P. 411.Who knows not Melville's beechy grove,

The barony of Pennycuik, the property of sir And Roslin's rocky glen, 5

George Clerk, bart., is held by a singular tenure; Dalkeith, which all the virtues love,

the proprietor being bound to sit upon a large And classic Hawthornden ??

rocky fragment, called the Buckstane, and wind Yet never a path, from day to day,

three blasts of a horn, when the king shall come The pilgrim's footsteps range,

to hunt on the Borough Muir, near Edinburgh. Save but the solitary way

Hence, the family have adopted, as their crest, To Burndale's ruined Grange.

a demi-forester proper, winding a horn, with the

motto, Free for a Blast. The beautiful mansionA woful place was that, I ween,

house of Pennycuik is much admired, both on acAs sorrow could desire;

count of the architecture and surrounding scenery. For, nodding to the fall was each crumbling wall, And the roof was scathed with fire.

2. To Auchendinny's hazel glade.-P. 411. It fell upon a summer's eve,

Auchendinny, situated upon the Eske, below While, on Carnethy's head,

Pennycuik, the present residence of the ingenious The last faint gleams of the sun's low beams

H. Mackenzie.esq. author of The Man of Feeling,

&c. Had streaked the gray with red;

3. And haunted Woodhouselee.-P And the convent bell did vespers tell,

For the traditions connected with this ruinous Newbottle's oaks among,

mansion, see Notes to the ballad of Cadyow Case And mingled with the solemn knell Our ladye's evening song;

tle, p. 109.

4. Who knows not Melville's beechy grove.-P. 411. The heavy knell, the choir's faint swell,

Melville castle, the seat of the honourable RoCame slowly down the wind,

bert Dundas, member for the county of Mid-LoAnd on the pilgrim's ear they fell,

thian, is deligh:fully situated upon the Eske, near As bis wonted path he did find.

Lasswade. It gives the title of viscount to his faDeep sunk in thought, I ween, he was,

ther, lord Melville. Nor ever raised his eye,

5. And Roslin's rocky glen.-P. 411. Until he came to that dreary place,

The ruins of Roslin castle, the baronial residence Which did all in ruins lie.

of the ancient family of St. Clair. The Gothic He gazed on the wall, so scathed with fire, chapel, which is still in beautiful preservation, With many a bitter groan;

with the romantic and woody dell, in which they And there was aware of a gray friar,

are situated, belong to the right honourable the Resting him on a stone.

earl of Rosslyn, the representative of the former

lords of Roslin. "Now, Christ thee save!” said the Gray Brother;

1 6 . Dalkeith, which all the virtues love.-P. 411. “Some pilgrim thou seemest to be."

The village and castle of Dalkeith belonged, of But in sore amaze did lord Albert gaze,

old, to the famous earl of Morton, but is now the Nor answer again made he.

residence of the noble family of Buccleuch. The "O come ye from east, or come ye from west, park extends along the Eske, which is there joined Or bring relics from over the sea,

by its sister stream of the same name. Or come ye from the shrine of St. Jaines the divine,

7. And classic Hawthornden.-P. 411. Or saint John of Beverley?

| Hawthornden, the residence of the poet Drum

mond. A house of more modern date is enclosed, The pure stream runs muddy; the gay hope is gone; as it were, by the ruins of the ancient castle, and Count Albert is prisoner on mount Lebanon." overhangs a tremendous precipice, upon the banks o she's ta'en a borse, should be fleet at her speed; of the Eske, perforated by winding caves, which, And she's ta'en a sword, should be sharp at her in former times, formed a refuge to the oppressed

need; patriots of Scotland. Here Drummond received

ed And she has ta'en shipping for Palestine's land, Ben Jonson, who journeyed from London, on foot, Te

2. To ransom count Albert from Soldaprie's hand. in order to visit him. The beauty of this striking scene has been much injured, of late years, by the

ch iniured. of late vears, by the Small thought had count Albert on fair Rosalie. indiscriminate use of the axe. The traveller now Small thought on his faith, or his knighthood had he; looks in vain for the leafy bower,

A heathenish damsel bis light heart had won, “Where Jonson sate in Drummond's social shade,” [The Soldan's fair daughter of Mount Lebanon.

Upon the whole, tracing the Eske from its “O christian, brave christian, my love wouldst source, till it joins the sea, at Musselburgh, no thou be, stream in Scotland can boast such a varied succes- | Three things must thou do ere I hearken to thee; sion of the most interesting objects, as well as of Our laws and our worship on thee shalt thou take; the most romantic and beautiful scenery.

And this thou shalt first do for Zulema's sake.

" And, next, in the cavern, where burns evermore THE FIRE KING.

The mystical flame which the Kurdmans adore The blessings of the evil genii, which are curses, were Alone

e Alone, and in silence, three nights shalt thou wake; upon him."

Eastern Tale. Tais ballad was written at the request of Mr.

AM | And this thou shalt next do for Zulema's sake. Lewis, to be inserted in his Tales of Wonder. It “And, last, thou shalt aid us with counsel and is the third in a series of four ballads, on the sub

hand, ject of Elementary Spirits. The story is, however.) To drive the Frank robber from Palestine's land:

pily historical for it is recorded that during Formy lord and my love then count Albert I'll take, the struggles of the Latin kingdom of Jerusalem, When all this is accomplished for Zulema's sake." a knight templar, called saint Alban, deserted to He has thrown by his helmet and cross-handled the Saracens, and defeated the christians in many sword, combats, till he was finally routed and slain, in a Renouncing his knighthood, denying his Lord; conflict with king Baldwin, under the walls of Je- He has ta'en the green caftan, and turban put on, rusalem,

For the love of the maiden of fair Lebanon.

And in the dread cavern, deep deep under ground, Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear, which fifty steel gates and steel portals surround, Of love, and of war, and of wonder to hear;

He has watched until daybreak, but sight saw he And you haply may sigh, in the midst of your glee,

none, At the tale of count Albert, and fair Rosalie.

Save the flame burning bright on its altar of stone. O see you that castle, so strong and so high?

| Amazed was the princess, the Soldan amazed, And see you that lady, the tear in her eye?

Sore murmured the priests as on Albert they And see you that palmer from Palestine's land,

gazed: The shell on his hat, and the staff in his hand?

They searched all his garments, and, under bis “Now palmer, gray palmer, O tell unto me,

weeds, What newsbring you home from the Holy Countrie? | They found, and took from him, his rosary beads. And how goes the warfare by Galilee's strand?

„Again in the cavern, deep deep under ground, And how fare our nobles, the flower of the land!" He watched the lone night, while the winds whis“() well goes the warfare by Galilee's wave,

tled round; For Gilead, and Nablous, and Ramah we have; Far off was their murmur, it came not more nigh, And well fare our nobles by Mount Lebanon, The flame burned unmoved, and nought else did be For the heathen have lost, and the christians have

spy. won."

Loud murmured the priests, and amazed was the A fair chain of gold mid her ringlets there hung: king, O’er the palmer's gray locks the tair chain has she While many dark spells of their witel.craft they fung;

sing; “O palmer, gray palmer, this chain be thy fee, They searched Albert's body, and, lo! on his breast For the news thou hast brought from the Holy Was the sign of the cross, by his father impressed. Countrie.

The priests they erase it with care and with pain, “ And palmer, good palmer, by Galilee's wave, And the recreant returned to the cavera again; O saw ye count Albert, the gentle and brave? But, as he descended, a whisper there fell, When the crescent went back, and the red-cross It was his good angel, who bade him farewell! rushed on,

High bristled his hair, his heart fluttered and beat, O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon?”

And he turned him five steps, half resolved to re« O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows;

treat; O lady, fair lady, the stream pure it fows: But his heart it was hardened, his purpose was Your castle stands strong, and your hopes soar on

gone, high;

When he thought of the maiden of fair Lebanon. But lady, fair lady, all blossoms to die.

Scarce passed he the archway, the threshold scaree “The green boughs they wither, the thunderbolt trod, falls,

When the winds from the four points of heaven It leaves of your castle but levin-scorched walls; I were abroad;

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