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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 1645

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The Douglas, who had bent his way

From Cambus-Kenneth's abbey gray,

535 Now, as he climbed the rocky shelf,

Held sad communion with himself:

"Yes! all is true my fears could frame;

A prisoner lies the noble Graeme,

And fiery Roderick soon will feel

540 The vengeance of the royal steel.

I, only I, can ward their fate-

God grant the ransom come not late!

The Abbess hath her promise given,

My child shall be the bride of heaven.

545 Be pardoned one repining tear!

For He, who gave her, knows how dear,

How excellent!-but that is by,

And now my business is-to die.

-Ye towers! within whose circuit dread

550 A Douglas by his sovereign bled;

And thou, O sad and fatal mound!

That oft hast heard the death-ax sound,

As on the noblest of the land

Fell the stern h

eadsman's bloody hand-

555 The dungeon, block, and nameless tomb

Prepare-for Douglas seeks his doom!

-But hark! what blithe and jolly peal

Makes the Franciscan steeple reel?

And see! upon the crowded street,

560 In motley groups what maskers meet!

Banner and pageant, pipe and drum,

And merry morris dancers come.

I guess, by all this quaint array,

The burghers hold their sports today.

565 James will be there; he loves such show,

Where the good yeoman bends his bow,

And the tough wrestler foils his foe,

As well as where, in proud career,

The high-born tilter shivers spear.

570 I'll follow to the Castle-park,

And play my prize-King James shall mark

If age has tamed these sinews stark,

Whose force so oft, in happier days,

His boyish wonder loved to praise."

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