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(SCOTT.) O, young Lochinvar | is come out of the west, | Through all the wide border | his steed was the best ; ] And save his good broadsword, | he weapon had none, | He rode all unarm’d, I and he rode all alone. I So faithful in love, I and so dauntless in war, | There never was knight I like the young
Lochinvar. He staid not for brake, / and he stopped not for stone, I He swam the Eske river | where ford there was none;/ But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, I and a dastard in war, | Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. I So, boldly he entered the Netherby hall, ! Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and
all: 1 Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word) “O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, | Or to dance at our bridal, 1 young lord Lochinvar ?"| “ I long woo'd your daughter, I my suit you denied ;) Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; fl And now am I come, I with this lost love of mine, I To lead but one measure, I drink one cup of wine. ) There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."|
* The ballad of Lochinvar is in a very slight degree founded on a ballad called “Katharine Janfarie," which may be found in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border."
See the novel of Redgauntlet, for a detailed picture of some of the extraordinary phenomena of the spring-tides in the Solway Frith.
The bride kiss'd the goblet; I the knight took it up, I
plume; ] And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'T were better by
far | To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochin
var." One touch to her hand, I and one word in her ear, I When they reach'd the hall-door, I and the charger
stood near; 1 So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle | before her he sprung!! “She is won!! we are gone, / over bank, bush and
scaur ;b 1 They 'll have fleet steeds that follow,” | quoth young
There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby
clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, 1 they rode and
they ran :) There was racing, and chasing, I on Cannobie Lee, I But the lost bride of Netherby I ne'er did they see. / So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gal·lant, | like young Lochinvar!|
Gal'yård. Skår, a craggy, stony hill; a cliff, cleft, or division, or separation in a bank, hill, or any thing else.
Whence all but him had fled ;)
Shone round him o'er the dead. /
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm ; /
A proud, though child-like form.
Without his father's word;
His voice no longer heard. I
If yet my task is done ?" |
Unconscious of his son.
“Speak, father!" I once again he cried, I
If I may yet be gone!” |
And fast the flames roll'd on. I
And in his waving hair; 1
In still, yet brave despair. I
* Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the battle of the Nile,) after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned ; and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder.
And shouted but once more, aloud, 1
“My father! must I stay?"|
The wreathing fires made way. |
They caught the flag on high,
Like banners in the sky. /
The boy - | oh! where was he? |
With fragments strew'd the sea ! |
That well had borne their part - |
Was that young faithful heart. |
MEETING OF SATAN, SIN, AND DEATH.
(MILTON.) Meanwhile the adversary of God and man, Satan, / with thoughts inflam’d of highest design, | Puts on swift wings, I and towards the gates of Hell | Explores his solitary flight : sometimes He scours the right hand coast, I sometimes the left ; ! Now shaves with level wing the deep, I then soars Up to the fiery concave | towering high. | As when far off at sea a fleet descried | Hangs in the clouds, | by equinoctial winds | Close sailing from Bengala, I or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs; I they, on the trading flood, I Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, / Ply, stemming nightly toward the pole:) so seem'd Far off the flying fiend. I