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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 852

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


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;

135 Already glorying in the prize,

Measured his antlers with his eyes;

For the death-wound and the death-halloo,

Mustered his breath, his whinyard drew-note

But thundering as he came prepared,

140 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,

145 In the deep Trossachs' wildest nooknote

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

150 Rave through the hollow pass amain,

Chiding the rocks that yelled again.

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