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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 1102

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03

"And art thou cold and lowly laid,

Thy foeman's dread, thy people's aid,

610 Breadalbane's boast, Clan-Alpine's shade!

For thee shall none a requiem say?

-For thee-who loved the minstrel's lay,

For thee, of Bothwell's house the stay,

The shelter of her exiled line,

615 E'en in this prison-house of thine

I'll wail for Alpine's honored Pine!

"What groans shall yonder valleys fill!

What shrieks of grief shall rend yon hill!

What tears of burning rage shall thrill,

620 When mourns thy tribe thy battles done,


y fall before the race was won,

Thy sword ungirt ere set of sun!

There breathes not clansman of thy line,

But would have given his life for thine.

625 O woe for Alpine's honored Pine!

"Sad was thy lot on mortal stage!

The captive thrush may brook the cage,

The prisoned eagle dies for rage.

Brave spirit, do not scorn my strain!

630 And, when its notes awake again,

Even she, so long beloved in vain,

Shall with my harp her voice combine,

And mix her woe and tears with mine,

To wail Clan-Alpine's honored Pine."

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