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Whose ponderous grate, and massy bar,
Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb!
When kindness had his wants supplied, And the old man was gratified,
Began to rise his minstrel pride.
* Anne, Duchess of Buccleuch and Monmouth, representative of the ancient Lords of Buccleuch, and widow of the unfortunate James, Duke of Monmouth, who was beheaded in 1685.
And he began to talk, anon,
He could make music to her ear.
The humble boon was soon obtained;
* Francis Scot, earl of Buccleuch, father to the duchess.
† Walter, earl of Buccleuch, grandfather to the duchess, and a celebrated warrior.
Perchance he wished his boon denied ;
Amid the strings his fingers strayed, And an uncertain warbling made— And oft he shook his hoary head. But when he caught the measure wild, The old man raised his face, and smiled; And lightened up his faded eye, With all a poet's extacy In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along; The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot; Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost. Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung,
'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
I. The feast was over in Branksome tower, And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower; Her bower, that was guarded by word and by spell, Deadly to hear, and deadly to tell— Jesu Maria, shield us well! No living wight, save the Ladye alone, Had dared to cross the threshold stone.