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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 1493

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


675 A kindly heart had brave Fitz-James;

Fast poured his eyes at pity's claims,

And now, with mingled grief and ire,

He saw the murdered maid expire.

"God, in my need, be my relief,

680 As I wreak this on yonder Chief!"

A lock from Blanche's tresses fair

He blended with her bridegroom's hair;

The mingled braid in blood he dyed.

And placed it on his bonnet-side:

685 "By Him whose word is truth! I swear

No other favor will I wear,

Till this sad token I imbrue

In the best blood of Roderick Dhu!

-But hark! what means yon faint halloo?

690 The chase is up-but they shall know,

The stag at bay's a dangerous foe."

Barred from the known but guarded way,

Through copse and cliffs Fitz-James mus

t stray,

And oft must change his desperate track,

695 By stream and precipice turned back.

Heartless, fatigued, and faint, at length,

From lack of food and loss of strength,

He couched him in a thicket hoar,

And thought his toils and perils o'er:

700 "Of all my rash adventures past,

This frantic feat must prove the last!

Who e'er so mad but might have guessed,

That all this Highland hornet's nest

Would muster up in swarms so soon

705 As e'er they heard of bands at Doune?

Like bloodhounds now they search me out-

Hark, to the whistle and the shout!-

If further through the wilds I go,

I only fall upon the foe.

710 I'll couch me here till evening gray,

Then darkling try my dangerous way."

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