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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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And called the grot the Goblin Cave.

XXVI

It was a wild and strange retreat,

As e’er was trod by outlaw’s feet.

The dell, upon the mountain’s crest,

Yawned like a gash on warrior’s breast;

Its trench had stayed full many a rock,

Hurled by primeval earthquake shock

From Benvenue’s gray summit wild,

And here, in random ruin piled,

They frowned incumbent o’er the spot

And formed the rugged sylvan “rot.

The oak and birch with mingled shade

At noontide there a twilight made,

Unless when short and sudden shone

Some straggling beam on cliff or stone,

With such a glimpse as prophet’s eye

Gains on thy depth, Futurity.

No murmur waked the solemn still,

Save tinkling of a fountain rill;

But when the wind chafed with the lake,

A sullen sound would upward break,

With dashing hollow voice, that spoke

The incessant war of wave and rock.

Suspended cliffs with hideous sway

Seemed nodding o’er the cavern gray.

From such a den the wolf had sprung,

In such the wildcat leaves her young;

Yet Douglas and his daughter fair

Sought for a space their safety there.

Gray Superstition’s whisper dread

Debarred the spot to vulgar tread;

For there, she said, did fays resort,

And satyrs hold their sylvan court,

By moonlight tread their mystic maze,

And blast the rash beholder’s gaze.

XXVII

Now eve, with western shadows long,

Floated on Katrine bright and strong,

When Roderick with a chosen few

Repassed the heights of Benvenue.

Above the Goblin Cave they go,

Through the wild pass of Beal-nam-bo;

The prompt retainers speed before,

To launch the shallop from the shore,

For ‘cross Loch Katrine lies his way

To view the passes of Achray,

And place his clansmen in array.

Yet lags the Chief in musing mind,

Unwonted sight, his men behind.

A single page, to bear his sword,

Alone attended on his lord;

The rest their way through thickets break,

And soon await him by the lake.

It was a fair and gallant sight

To view them from the neighboring height,

By the low-levelled sunbeam’s light!

For strength and stature, from the clan

Each warrior was a chosen man,

As even afar might well be seen,

By their proud step and martial mien.

heir feathers dance, their tartars float,

Their targets gleam, as by the boat

A wild and warlike group they stand,

That well became such mountain-strand.

XXVI

Their Chief with step reluctant still

Was lingering on the craggy hill,

Hard by where turned apart the road

To Douglas’s obscure abode.

It was but with that dawning morn

That Roderick Dhu had proudly sworn

To drown his love in war’s wild roar,

Nor think of Ellen Douglas more;

But he who stems a stream with sand,

And fetters flame with flaxen band,

Has yet a harder task to prove,—

By firm resolve to conquer love!

Eve finds the Chief, like restless ghost,

Still hovering near his treasure lost;

For though his haughty heart deny

A parting meeting to his eye

Still fondly strains his anxious ear

The accents of her voice to hear,

And inly did he curse the breeze

That waked to sound the rustling trees.

But hark! what mingles in the strain?

It is the harp of Allan-bane,

That wakes its measure slow and high,

Attuned to sacred minstrelsy.

What melting voice attends the strings?

‘Tis Ellen, or an angel, sings.

XXIX

Hymn to the Virgin.

Ave. Maria! maiden mild!

Listen to a maiden’s prayer!

Thou canst hear though from the wild,

Thou canst save amid despair.

Safe may we sleep beneath thy care,

Though banished, outcast, and reviled—

Maiden! hear a maiden’s prayer;

Mother, hear a suppliant child!

Ave Maria!

Ave Maria! undefiled!

The flinty couch we now must share

Shall seem with down of eider piled,

If thy protection hover there.

The murky cavern’s heavy air

Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled;

Then, Maiden! hear a maiden’s prayer,

Mother, list a suppliant child!

Ave Maria!

Ave. Maria! stainless styled!

Foul demons of the earth and air,

From this their wonted haunt exiled,

Shall flee before thy presence fair.

We bow us to our lot of care,

Beneath thy guidance reconciled:

Hear for a maid a maiden’s prayer,

And for a father hear a child!

Ave Maria!

XXX

Died on the harp the closing hymn,—

Unmoved in attitude and limb,

As listening still, Clan-Alpine’s lord

Stood leaning on his heavy sword,

Until the page with humble sign

Twice pointed to the sun’s decline.

Then while his plaid he round him cast,

‘It is the last time—‘tis the last,’

He muttered thrice,—‘the last time e’er

That angel-voice shall Roderick hear”

It was a goading thought,—his stride

Hied hastier down the mountainside;

Sullen he flung him in the boat

An instant ‘cross the lake it shot.

They landed in that silvery bay,

And eastward held their hasty way

Till, with the latest beams of light,

The band arrived on Lanrick height’

Where mustered in the vale below

Clan-Alpine’s men in martial show.

XXXI

A various scene the clansmen made:

Some sat, some stood, some slowly strayer):

But most, with mantles folded round,

Were couched to rest upon the ground,

Scarce to be known by curious eye

From the deep heather where they lie,

So well was matched the tartan screen

With heathbell dark and brackens green;

Unless where, here and there, a blade

Or lance’s point a glimmer made,

Like glowworm twinkling through the shade.

But when, advancing through the gloom,

They saw the Chieftain’s eagle plume,

Their shout of welcome, shrill and wide,

Shook the steep mountain’s steady side.

Thrice it arose, and lake and fell

Three times returned the martial yell;

It died upon Bochastle’s plain,

And Silence claimed her evening reign.

Canto Fourth

Table of Contents

The Prophecy

I

The rose is fairest when ‘t is budding new,

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;

The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew

And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.

O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears,

I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,

Emblem of hope and love through future years!’

Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave,

What time the sun arose on Vennachar’s broad wave.

II

Such fond conceit, half said, half sung,

Love prompted to the bridegroom’s tongue.

All while he stripped the wild-rose spray,

His axe and bow beside him lay,

For on a pass ‘twixt lake and wood

A wakeful sentinel he stood.

Hark!—on the rock a footstep rung,

And instant to his arms he sprung.

‘Stand, or thou diest!—What, Malise?—soon

Art thou returned from Braes of Doune.

By thy keen step and glance I know,

Thou bring’st us tidings of the foe.’—

For while the Fiery Cross tried on,

On distant scout had Malise gone.—

‘Where sleeps the Chief?’ the henchman said.

‘Apart, in yonder misty glade;

To his lone couch I’ll be your guide.’—

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