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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 1369

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625 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,

630 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 silvan grot.

635 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

640 Gains on thy depth, Futurity.

No murmur waked the solemn still,note


ave tinkling of a fountain rill;

But when the wind chafed with the lake,

A sullen sound would upward break,

645 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,

650 In such the wild-cat 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;

655 For there, she said, did fays resort,

And satyrs hold their silvan court,note

By moonlight tread their mystic maze,

And blast the rash beholder's gaze.

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