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This carefully edited collection has been designed and formatted to the highest digital standards and adjusted for readability on all devices.
Contents:
Introduction:
SIR WALTER SCOTT AND LADY MORGAN by Victor Hugo
MEMORIES AND PORTRAITS by Robert Louis Stevenson
SCOTT AND HIS PUBLISHERS by Charles Dickens
POETRY:
Notable Poems
MARMION
THE LADY OF THE LAKE
THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL
ROKEBY
THE VISION OF DON RODERICK
THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN
THE FIELD OF WATERLOO
THE LORD OF THE ISLES
HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS
Translations and Imitations from German Ballads
THE WILD HUNTSMAN
WILLIAM AND HELEN
FREDERICK AND ALICE
THE FIRE-KING
THE NOBLE MORINGER
THE BATTLE OF SEMPACH
THE ERL-KING
Contributions to «The Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border»
THE EVE OF ST. JOHN
CADYOW CASTLE
THOMAS THE RHYMER
THE GRAY BROTHER
GLENFINLAS; OR, LORD RONALD'S CORONACH
Poems from Novels and Other Poems
THE VIOLET
TO A LADY – WITH FLOWERS FROM A ROMAN WALL
BOTHWELL CASTLE
THE SHEPHERD'S TALE
CHEVIOT
THE REIVER'S WEDDING
THE BARD'S INCANTATION
HELLVELLYN
THE DYING BARD
THE NORMAN HORSESHOE
THE MAID OF TORO
THE PALMER
THE MAID OF NEIDPATH
WANDERING WILLIE
HUNTING SONG
EPITAPH. DESIGNED FOR A MONUMENT IN LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL
PROLOGUE TO MISS BAILLIK'S PLAY OF THE FAMILY LEGEND
THE POACHER
SONG
THE BOLD DRAGOON
ON THE MASSACRE OF GLENCOE
FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT
SONG, FOR THE ANNIVERSARY MEETING OF THE PITT CLUB OF SCOTLAND
PHAROS LOQUITUR
The Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border
ANDREW LANG'S VIEW OF SCOTT:
LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS by Andrew Lang
THE POEMS OF SIR WALTER SCOTT by Andrew Lang
SIR WALTER SCOTT AND THE BORDER MINSTRELSY by Andrew Lang
Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832) was a Scottish historical novelist, playwright and poet.

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A moment listened to the cry,

That thickened as the chase drew nigh;

Then, as the headmost foes appeared,

With one brave bound the copse he cleared,

And, stretching forward free and far,

Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var.

III

Yelled on the view the opening pack;

Rock, glen, and cavern paid them back;

To many a mingled sound at once

The awakened mountain gave response.

A hundred dogs bayed deep and strong,

Clattered a hundred steeds along,

Their peal the merry horns rung out,

A hundred voices joined the shout;

With hark and whoop and wild halloo,

No rest Benvoirlich’s echoes knew.

Far from the tumult fled the roe,

Close in her covert cowered the doe,

The falcon, from her cairn on high,

Cast on the rout a wondering eye,

Till far beyond her piercing ken

The hurricane had swept the glen.

Faint, and more faint, its failing din

Returned from cavern, cliff, and linn,

And silence settled, wide and still,

On the lone wood and mighty hill.

IV

Less loud the sounds of sylvan war

Disturbed the heights of Uam-Var,

And roused the cavern where, ‘t is told,

A giant made his den of old;

For ere that steep ascent was won,

High in his pathway hung the sun,

And many a gallant, stayed perforce,

Was fain to breathe his faltering horse,

And of the trackers of the deer

Scarce half the lessening pack was near;

So shrewdly on the mountainside

Had the bold burst their mettle tried.

V

The noble stag was pausing now

Upon the mountain’s southern brow,

Where broad extended, far beneath,

The varied realms of fair Menteith.

With anxious eye he wandered o’er

Mountain and meadow, moss and moor,

And pondered refuge from his toil,

By far Lochard or Aberfoyle.

But nearer was the copsewood gray

That waved and wept on Loch Achray,

And mingled with the pine-trees blue

On the bold cliffs of Benvenue.

Fresh vigor with the hope returned,

With flying foot the heath he spurned,

Held westward with unwearied race,

And left behind the panting chase.

VI

‘T were long to tell what steeds gave o’er,

As swept the hunt through Cambusmore;

What reins were tightened in despair,

When rose Benledi’s ridge in air;

Who flagged upon Bochastle’s heath,

Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith,—

For twice that day, from shore to shore,

The gallant stag swam stoutly o’er.

Few were the stragglers, following far,

That reached the lake of Vennachar;

And when the Brigg of Turk was won,

The headmost horseman rode alone.

VII

Alone, but with unbated zeal,

That horseman plied the scourge and steel;

For jaded now, and spent with toil,

Embossed with foam, and dark with soil,

While every gasp with sobs he drew,

The laboring stag strained full in view.

Two dogs of black Saint Hubert’s breed,

Unmatched for courage, breath, and speed,

Fast on his flying traces came,

And all but won that desperate game;

For, scarce a spear’s length from his haunch,

Vindictive toiled the bloodhounds stanch;

Nor nearer might the dogs attain,

Nor farther might the quarry strain

Thus up the margin of the lake,

Between the precipice and brake,

O’er stock and rock their race they take.

VIII

The Hunter marked that mountain high,

The lone lake’s western boundary,

And deemed the stag must turn to bay,

Where that huge rampart barred the way;

Already glorying in the prize,

Measured his antlers with his eyes;

For the death-wound and death-halloo

Mustered his breath, his whinyard drew:—

But thundering as he came prepared,

With ready arm and weapon bared,

The wily quarry shunned the shock,

And turned him from the opposing rock;

Then, dashing down a darksome glen,

Soon lost to hound and Hunter’s ken,

In the deep Trosachs’ wildest nook

His solitary refuge took.

There, while close couched the thicket shed

Cold dews and wild flowers on his head,

He heard the baffled dogs in vain

Rave through the hollow pass amain,

Chiding the rocks that yelled again.

IX

Close on the hounds the Hunter came,

To cheer them on the vanished game;

But, stumbling in the rugged dell,

The gallant horse exhausted fell.

The impatient rider strove in vain

To rouse him with the spur and rein,

For the good steed, his labors o’er,

Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more;

Then, touched with pity and remorse,

He sorrowed o’er the expiring horse.

‘I little thought, when first thy rein

I slacked upon the banks of Seine,

That Highland eagle e’er should feed

On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed!

Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day,

That costs thy life, my gallant gray!’

X

Then through the dell his horn resounds,

From vain pursuit to call the hounds.

Back limped, with slow and crippled pace,

The sulky leaders of the chase;

Close to their master’s side they pressed,

With drooping tail and humbled crest;

But still the dingle’s hollow throat

Prolonged the swelling bugle-note.

The owlets started from their dream,

The eagles answered with their scream,

Round and around the sounds were cast,

Till echo seemed an answering blast;

And on the Hunter tried his way,

To join some comrades of the day,

Yet often paused, so strange the road,

So wondrous were the scenes it showed.

XI

The western waves of ebbing day

Rolled o’er the glen their level way;

Each purple peak, each flinty spire,

Was bathed in floods of living fire.

But not a setting beam could glow

Within the dark ravines below,

Where twined the path in shadow hid,

Round many a rocky pyramid,

Shooting abruptly from the dell

Its thunder-splintered pinnacle;

Round many an insulated mass,

The native bulwarks of the pass,

Huge as the tower which builders vain

Presumptuous piled on Shinar’s plain.

The rocky summits, split and rent,

Formed turret, dome, or battlement.

Or seemed fantastically set

With cupola or minaret,

Wild crests as pagod ever decked,

Or mosque of Eastern architect.

Nor were these earth-born castles bare,

Nor lacked they many a banner fair;

For, from their shivered brows displayed,

Far o’er the unfathomable glade,

All twinkling with the dewdrop sheen,

The briar-rose fell in streamers green,

kind creeping shrubs of thousand dyes

Waved in the west-wind’s summer sighs.

XII

Boon nature scattered, free and wild,

Each plant or flower, the mountain’s child.

Here eglantine embalmed the air,

Hawthorn and hazel mingled there;

The primrose pale and violet flower

Found in each cliff a narrow bower;

Foxglove and nightshade, side by side,

Emblems of punishment and pride,

Grouped their dark hues with every stain

The weatherbeaten crags retain.

With boughs that quaked at every breath,

Gray birch and aspen wept beneath;

Aloft, the ash and warrior oak

Cast anchor in the rifted rock;

And, higher yet, the pine-tree hung

His shattered trunk, and frequent flung,

Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high,

His boughs athwart the narrowed sky.

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