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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 1047

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


A chieftain's daughter seemed the maid;

Her satin snood, her silken plaid,note

Her golden brooch such birth betrayed.

365 And seldom was a snood amid

Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid,

Whose glossy black to shame might bring

The plumage of the raven's wing;

And seldom o'er a breast so fair,

370 Mantled a plaid with modest care,

And never brooch the folds combined

Above a heart more good and kind.

Her kindness and her worth to spy,

You need but gaze on Ellen's eye;

375 Not Katrine,

in her mirror blue,

Gives back the shaggy banks more true,

Than every free-born glance confessed

The guileless movements of her breast;

Whether joy danced in her dark eye,

380 Or woe or pity claimed a sigh,

Or filial love was glowing there,

Or meek devotion poured a prayer,

Or tale of injury called forth

The indignant spirit of the North.

385 One only passion unrevealed,

With maiden pride the maid concealed,

Yet not less purely felt the flame-

Oh! need I tell that passion's name!

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