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Up, all who love me! blow on blow!
And lay the outlaw'd felons low !"
Then up sprung many a mainland Lord,
XVII. Brave Torquil from Dunvegan high, Lord of the misty hills of Skye, Mac-Niel, wild Bara's ancient thane, ... Duart, of bold Clan Gillian's strain, Fergus, of Canna's castled bay, Mac-Duffith, Lord of Colonsay, Soon as they saw the broadswords glance, : With ready weapons rose at once, sinin, More prompt, that many an ancient feud, i Full oft suppress'd, full oft renew'd, Glow'd 'twixt the chieftains of Argylés And many a lord of ocean’s isle. Wild was the scene--each sword was bare, .. Back stream'd each chieftain's shaggy hair's a In gloomy opposition set, i. Eyes, hands, and brandish'd weapons met ; . Blue gleaming o'er the social board,. . Flash'd to the torches many a sword;': '..
And soon those bridal lights may shine
While thus for blows and death prepared,
Each heart was up, each weapon bared,
As wanting still the torch of life,
XIX. That awful pause the stranger maid, And Edith, seized to pray for aid. As to De Argentine she clung, Away her veil the stranger flung, And, lovely ’mid her wild despair, Fast stream'd her eyes, wide flow'd her hair. 66 O thou, of knighthood once the flower, Sure refuge in distressful hour, Thou, who in Judah well hast fought For our dear faith, and oft hast sought Renown in knightly exercise, ' ' When this poor hand has dealt the prize, Say, can thy soul of honour brook On the unequal strife to look, When, butcher'd thus in peacefull hall, Those once thy friends, my brethren, fall!"
To Argentine she turn'd her word,
Nay, fear not-I will well provide
Now rose De Argentiné, to claim The prisoners in his sovereign's name, To England's crown, who, vassals sworn, 'Gainst their liege lord had weapon borne (Such speech, I ween, was but to hide
His care their safety to provide ;