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And, oh! he had that merry glance,

That seldom lady's heart resists.
Lightly from fair to fair be flew,
And loved to plead, lament, and sue ;-
Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain !
For monarchs seldom sigh-in vain..
I said he joyed in banquet-bower;

But, mid his mirth, 'twas often strange,

How suddenly his cheer would change, His look o’ercast and lower,

If, in a sudden turn, he felt
The pressure of his iron belt,
That bound his breast in penance-pain,

In memory of his father slain.
Even so 'twas strange how, evermore,
Soon as the passing pang was o'er,
Forward he rushed, with double glee,
Into the stream of revelry: .
Thus, dim-seen object of affright
Startles the courser in his flight,

And half he halts, half springs aside,
But feels the quickening spur applied,
And, straining on the tightened rein,
Scours doubly swift o'er hill and plain.

x.
O'er James's heart, the courtiers say,
Sir Hugh the Heron's wife held sway:

To Scotland's court she came,
To be a hostage for her lord,
Who Cessford's gallant heart had gored,
And with the King to make accord,

Had sent his lovely dame.
Nor to that lady free alone
Did the gay-King allegiance own;

For the fair Queen of France
Sent him a Turquois ring, and glove,
And charged him, as her knight and love,

For her to break a lance;
And strike three strokes with Scottish brand,
And march three miles on English land,
And bid the banners of his band

In English breezes dance.
And thus, for France's Queen, he drest
His manly limbs in mailed vest;
And thus admitted English fair,
His inmost counsels still to share;

And thus, for both, he madly planned
The ruin of himself and land !

And yet, the sooth to tell,
Nor England's fair, nor France's Queen,
Were worth one pearl-drop, bright and sheen,

From Margaret's eyes that fell,—
His own Queen Margaret, who, in Lithgow's bower,
All lonely sat, and wept the weary hour.

XI.
The queen sits lone in Lithgow pile,

And weeps the weary day,
The war against her native soil,

Her monarch's risk in battle broil ;-
And in gay Holy-Rood the while
Dame Heron rises with a smile

Upon the harp to play.
.. Fair was her rounded arm, as o'er

The strings her fingers flew; And as she touched, and tuned them all, Ever her bosom's rise and fall

Was plainer given to view; For, all for heat, was laid aside Her wimple, and her hood untied. And first she pitched her voice to sing, Then glanced her dark eye on the King, And then around the silent ring; And laughed, and blushed, and oft did say Her pretty oath, by Yea, and Nay, She could not, would not, durst not play! At length, upon the harp, with glee, Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively, air she rung, While thus the wily lady sung.

XII.

LOCHINVAR.

Lady Heron's Song.
0, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

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· He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone;
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
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,
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers,

and all :

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