Ancient historic ballads

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Page 170 - mid Scottish hills, The Percy lives unknown : On strangers' bounty he depends, And may not claim his own. " 0 might I with these aged eyes But live to see him here, Then should my soul depart in bliss !"— He said, and dropt a tear. " And is the Percy still so lov'd Of all his friends and thee ? Then, bless me, father," said the youth,
Page 204 - He ceased, and on the lovely pair His choicest blessings laid, While they with thanks and pitying tears His mournful tale repaid. And now what present course to take; They ask the good old sire, And, guided by his sage advice, To Scotland they retire. Meantime their suit such favour found At Raby's stately hall, Earl Neville and his princely spouse Now gladly pardon all. She, suppliant at her nephew's throne, The royal grace implored : To all the honours of his race The Percy was restored.
Page 198 - And quick his sword he drew ; The stranger tum'd in sudden rage, And at sir Bertram flew. With mortal hate their vigorous arms Gave many a vengeful blow ; But Bertram's stronger hand prevail'd, And laid the stranger low. Die, traitor, die ! — A deadly thrust Attends each furious word ; Ah! then fair Isabel knew his voice, And rush'd beneath his sword. O stop, she cried, O stop thy arm ! Thou dost thy brother slay!
Page 178 - Castle he shall go, And for us kindly plead. " To fetch this good and holy man Our reverend host is gone; And soon, I trust, his pious hands Will join us both in one." Thus they in sweet and tender talk The lingering hours beguile : At length they see the hoary sage Come from the neighbouring isle. With pious joy and wonder mix'd He greets the noble pair, And glad consents to join their hands With many a fervent prayer. Then...
Page 200 - be comforted, And live to think on me; May we in heaven that union prove, Which here was not to be. Bertram...
Page 187 - A message went, no daughter came ; Fair Isabel ne'er appears ; Beshrew me, said the aged chief, Young maidens have their fears. Cheer up, my son, thou shalt her see So soon as thou canst ride, And she shall nurse thee in her bower, And she shall be thy bride.
Page 195 - gan to blow. Sir porter, is thy lord at home To hear a minstrel's song? Or may I crave a lodging here Without offence or wrong? My lord, he said, is not at home To hear a minstrel's song : And should I lend thee lodging here My life would not be long.
Page 201 - He quickly form'd the brave design To set me, captive, free; And on the moor his horses wait, Tied to a neighbouring tree. "Then haste, my love, escape away, And for thyself provide ; And sometimes fondly think on her Who should have been thy bride.
Page 185 - I'll rescue thee, Or perish by their hand. Young Bertram bow'd, with glad assent, And spur'd his eager steed, And calling on his lady's name, Rush'd forth with whirlwind speed. As when a grove of sapling oaks The livid lightning rends ; So fiercely 'mid the opposing ranks Sir Bertram's sword descends. This way and that he drives the steel, And keenly pierces thro' ; And many a tall and comely knight With furious force he slew.
Page 166 - Then climbing up his rocky stairs, He scales the cliff so high ; And calls aloud, and waves his light To guide the stranger's eye. Among the thickets long he winds With careful steps and slow : At length a voice...

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