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c Reach'd scantly to his knee ; And, at his belt, of arrows keen
A furbish'd sheaf bore he ;
No larger fence had he ;
Would strike below the knee :f
But held him with his powerful arm,
For I am the heir of bold Buccleuch ; And, if thou dost not set me free,
False Southron, thou shalt dearly rue ! For Walter of Harden shall come with speed, And William of Deloraine, good at need, And every Scott, from Esk to Tweed ; And, if thou dost not let me go, Despite thy arrows, and thy bow, I'll have thee hang'd to feed the crow!”_
"ARRAMERCY, for thy good-will, fair
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,
ALTHOUGH the child was led away,
To tend the wounded Deloraine.
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 had read ; But the broken lance in his bosom stood, And it was earthly steel and wood.
XXIII. THE drew the splinter from the wound,
And with a charm she stanch'd the blood; She bade the gash be cleansed and bound :
No longer by his couch she stood ; But she has ta’en the broken lance,
And wash'd it from the clotted gore,
And salved the splinter o'er and o'er.
Then to her maidens she did say,
Within the course of a night and day.
Full long she toild ; for she did rue
'Twas 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 note, and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green. Her golden hair stream'd free from band, Her fair cheek rested on her hand, Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.
That rises slowly to her ken,