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II.

With beakers' clang, with harpers' lay,'
With all that olden time deem'd gay,
The Island Chieftain feasted high;
But there was in his troubled eye

A gloomy fire, and on his brow
Now sudden flush'd, and faded now,
Emotions such as draw their birth
From deeper source than festal mirth.
By fits he paused, and harper's strain
And jester's tale went round in vain,
Or fell but on his idle ear'. .
Like distant sounds which dreamers hear.
Then would he rouse him, and employ
Each art to aid the clamorous joy,

And call for pledge and lay, : : :
And, for brief space, of all the crowd,
As he was loudest of the loud,

Seem gayest of the gay. i

Yet nought amiss the bridal throng !
Mark'd in brief mirth, or musing long; .
The vacant brow, the unlistening ear,
They gave to thoughts of raptures near,
And his fierce starts of sudden glee .
Seem'd bursts of bridegroom's extacy.
Nor thus alone misjudged the crowd,
Since lofty Lorn, suspicious, proud,
And jealous of his honour'd line,
And that keen knight, De Argentine,
(From England sent on errand high,
The western league more firm to tie,)..
Both deem'd in Ronald's mood to find
A lover's transport-troubled mind.
But one sad heart, one tearful eye,.. ,
Pierced deeper through the mystery,
And watch'd, with agony and fearg i... to..
Her wayward bridegroom's varied cheer.

IV.

She watch'd-yet fear'd to meet his glance, And he shunn'd her's ;-till when by chance They met, the point of foeman's lance

Had given a milder pang! Beneath the intolerable smart He writhed ;--then sternly mann'd his heart To play his hard but destined part,

And from the table sprang. « Fill me the mighty cup !” he said, - Erst own'd by royal Somerled. . . Fill it, till on the studded brim In burning gold the bubbles swim, And every gem of varied shine. Glow doubly bright in rosy wine !

To you, brave lord, and brother mine, 1. Of Lorn, this pledge I drink

The union of Our House with thine,

By this fair bridal-link!"- . ,

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“Let it pass round !" quoth He of Lorn, 6. And in good-time-that winded horn

Must of the Abbot tell ;
The laggard monk is come at last.”—
Lord Ronald heard the bugle-blast,
And on the floor at random cast,

The untasted goblet fell.
But when the warder in his ear
Tells other news, his blither cheer

Returns like sun of May, ...
When through a thunder-cloud it beams !--
Lord of two hundred isles, he seems

As glad of brief delay,
As some poor criminal might feel,
When from the gibbet or the wheel

Respited for a day.

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VI. “ Brother of Lorn," with hurried voice He said, “ And you, fair lords, rejoice!

Here, to augment our glee,' Come wandering knights from travel far, Well proved, they say, in strife of war,

And tempest on the sea. Ho! give them at your board such place As best their presences may grace,

And bid them welcome free !" With solemn step, and silver wand, The Seneschal the presence scann'd .. Of these strange guests; and well he knew How to assign their rank its due ;

For though the costly fürs That erst had deck'd their caps were torn, And their gay robes were over-worn,

And soild their gilded spurs, Yet such a high commanding grace Was in their mien and in their face,

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