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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 699

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03

She paused-then, blushing, led the lay

To grace the stranger of the day.

650 Her mellow notes awhile prolong

The cadence of the flowing song,

Till to her lips in measured frame

The minstrel verse spontaneous came.


"Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done,

655 While our slumbrous spells assail ye,

Dream not, wit

h the rising sun,

Bugles here shall sound reveillé.note

Sleep! the deer is in his den;

Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;

660 Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen,

How thy gallant steed lay dying.

Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done,

Think not of the rising sun,

For at dawning to assail ye,

665 Here no bugles sound reveillé."

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