The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

CANTo L TEI ISLAN.57
"Why is it at each turn I trace
Some memory of that exiled race?
Can I not mountain maiden spy,
But she must bear the Douglas eye?
Can I not view a highland brand,
But it must match the Douglas hand?
Can I not frame a fevered dream,
But still the Douglas is the theme?I'll dream no more-by manly mind
Not even in sleep is will resigned.
My midnight orison said o'er,'ll turn to rest, and dream no morem.
His midnight orison he told,
A prayer with every bead of gold,
Consigned to heaven his cares and woes,
And sank in undisturbed repose;
Until the heath-cock shrilly crew,
%nd morning, dawned on Ben-venue.
CANTO SECOND.
THE ISLAND
L
AT morn the black.cock trims his jetty wing,'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay,
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
Of life reviving, with reviving day;
And while you little bark glides down the bay,
Wafting the Stranger on his way again,
Morn's genial influence roused a Minstrel grey,
And sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain,
Mix'd with the sounding harp, 0 white-haired Allao
banel
IL
BONG.
"Not faster yonder rowers' might
Flings from their oars the spray,