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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 1686

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03

"Viewing the mountain's ridge askance,

The Saxon stood in sullen trance,

Till Moray pointed with his lance,

And cried-'Behold yon isle!

535 See! none are left to guard its strand,

But women weak, that wring the hand;

'Tis there of yore the robber band

Their booty wont to pile.

My purse, with bonnet-pieces store,

540 To him will swim a bow-shot o'er,

And loose a shallop from the shore.

Lightly we'll tame the war-wolf then,

Lords of his mate, and brood, and den.'

Forth from the ranks a spearman sprung,

545 On earth his casque and corselet rung,

He plunged him in the wave;

All saw the deed-the purpose knew,

And to their clamors Benvenue

A mingled echo gave;

550 The Saxons shout, their mate to cheer,

The helpless females scream for fear,

And yells for rage the mountaineer.

'Twas then, as by the outcry riven,

Poured down at once the lowering heaven;

555 A whirlwind swept Loch Katrine's breast,

Her billows reared their snowy crest.

Well for the swimmer swelled they high,

To mar the Highland marksman's eye;

For round him showered, 'mid rain and hail,

560 The vengeful arrows of the Gael.

In vain-he nears the isle-and lo!

His hand is on a shallop's bow.

Just then a flash of lightning came,

It tinged the waves and strand with flame;

565 I marked Duncraggan's widowed dame,

Behind an oak I saw her stand,

A naked dirk gleamed in her hand;

It darkened-but, amid the moan

Of waves, I heard a dying groan;

570 Another flash!-the spearman floats

A weltering corse beside the boats,

And the stern matron o'er him stood,

Her hand and dagger streaming blood.

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