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LOCHINVAR
(From "Marmion.")

SIR WALTER SCOTT
0, YOUNG LOCHINVAR is come out of the West,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ;
And, save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,

He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. 5 So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Esk river, where ford there was none;

But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
10 The bride had consented, the gallant came late:

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he entered the Netherby hall,

Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all : 15 Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword

(For the poor, craven bridegroom said never a word), “O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”

“I long wooed your daughter,-my suit you denied ;20 Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide;

And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar!”

25 The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up,

He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.

He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,30 "Now tread we a measure !” said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,

And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, 35 And the bridemaidens whispered, “ 'Twere better, by far,

To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near, · So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, 40 So light to the saddle before her he sprung!

“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.
There was mounting ʼmong Græmes of the Netherby clan;

Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode, and they ran; 45 There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,

But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?

HELPS TO STUDY Biographical and Historical: Walter Scott was born in Edinburgh, in 1771. He loved the romance of Scotland's history and legends. A collection of legendary ballads, songs, and traditions, published by him early in life met with such immediate success that it confirmed him in his resolution to devote himself to literary pursuits. The two selections here given, are taken from his second metrical romance, “Marmion.''

Later Scott turned his attention to prose and became the creator of the , historical novel, of which “Ivanhoe,' “Kenilworth,' and “Woodstock"

are conspicuous examples. He died in 1832, and lies buried in one of the most beautiful ruins in Scotland, Dryburgh Abbey.

Notes and Questions Find Esk River and Solway Firth | Compare the rhythm with that in on your map.

“How They Brought the Good Scott describes the tides of Sol. | News.'!. way Firth in Chapter IV of his What impression of Lochinvar do novel. “Redgauntlet.”.

I the opening stanzas give you?

What purpose does the fourth , "galliard'-a gay dance. stanza serve?

"scaur’-steep bank of river. Line 20—Explain this line.

“clan" – a group of related Line 46—What was the result?

families. What picture does the sixth stanza Translate into your own words: give you?

"" "They'll have fleet steeds that Which stanza do you like best? follow,' quoth young Lochin. Which lines are most pleasing?

l var."

"laggard” "charger” "dastard"

Words and Phrases for Discussion
brake

“bar”
"craven'

“bonnet and plume''

"gallant”

THE PARTING OF MARMION AND DOUGLAS

(„From "Marmion.")
SIR WALTER SCOTT

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The train from out the castle drew,
But Marmion stopped to bid adieu :
“Though something I might 'plain,” he said,

“Of cold respect to stranger guest,

Sent hither by your king's behest,
While in Tantallon's towers I staid;

Part we in friendship from your land,

And, noble Earl, receive my hand.”
But Douglas round him drew his cloak,
Folded his arms, and thus he spoke:
"My manors, halls, and bowers shall still

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Be open, at my sovereign's will,

To each one whom he lists, howe'er

Unmeet to be the owner's peer.
My castles are my king's alone,
From turret to foundation stone;
The hand of Douglas is his own;
And never shall, in friendly grasp,
The hand of such as Marmion clasp.”

Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire,
And shook his very frame for ire;

And “This to me," he said,
“An 'twere not for thy hoary beard,
Such hand as Marmion's had not spared

To cleave the Douglas' head!
And, first, I tell thee, haughty peer,
He, who does England's message here,
Although the meanest in her state,
May well, proud Angus, be thy mate:
And, Douglas, more, I tell thee here,

Even in thy pitch of pride-
Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near,

I tell thee, thou’rt defied !
And if thou said'st, I am not peer
To any lord in Scotland here,
Lowland or Highland, far or near,

Lord Angus, thou hast lied !"

On the Earl's cheek, the flush of rage
O’ercame the ashen hue of age:
Fierce he broke forth; “And dar'st thou then
To beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall ?
And hopest thou hence unscathed to go?
No, by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no!
Up draw-bridge, grooms,—what, warder, ho!,

Let the portcullis fall.” Lord Marmion turned,—well was his need,

And dashed the rowels in his steed,
Like arrow through the archway sprung;
The ponderous grate behind him rung:
To pass there was such scanty room,
The bars, descending, razed his plume.

The steed along the draw-bridge flies,
Just as it trembled on the rise;
Nor lighter does the swallow skim
Along the smooth lake's level brim;
And when Lord Marmion reached his band
He halts, and turns with clinchéd hand
And shout of loud defiance pours,
And shook his gauntlet at the towers.
"Horse! horse !” the Douglas cried, "and chase !"
But soon he reined his fury's pace:
“A royal messenger he came,
Though most unworthy of the name.
Saint Mary mend my fiery mood !
Old age ne'er cools the Douglas' blood;
I thought to slay him where he stood.
'Tis pity of him, too,” he cried;
"Bold he can speak, and fairly ride-
I warrant him a warrior tried.”
With this his mandate he recalls,
And slowly seeks his castle halls.

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HELPS TO STUDY

Historical: Marmion, an English nobleman, is sent as an envoy by Henry the Eighth, King of England, to James the Fourth, King of scotland. The two countries are on the eve of war with each other. Arriving in Edinburgh, Marmion is entrusted by King James to the care and hospitality of Douglas, Earl of Angus, who, taking him to his castle at Tantallon, treats him with the respect due his position as representative of the king, but at the same time dislikes him. The war approaching, Marmion leaves to join the English camp. This sketch describes the leave-taking.

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