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

Then ebbing back, with sudden sway,
Left its domain as wan as clay.
"Roderick,enoughl enoughl" he eried,
"My daughter cannot be thy bride;
Not that the blush to wooer dear,
Nor paleness that of maiden fear.
It may not be-forgive her, chief,
Nor hazard aught for our relief.
Against his sovereign, Douglas ne'er'Will level a rebellious spear.'Twas I that taught his youthful hand
To rein a steed and wield a brand.
I see him yet, the princely boy!
Not Ellen more my pride and joy;
X love him still, despite my wrongs,
By hasty wrath, and slanderous tonguea
Oh seek the grace you well may find,
Without a cause to mine combined,"
XXXIIL
Twice through the hall the chieftain strode.
The waving of his tartans broad,
And darkened brow, where wounded pride
With ire and disappointment vied,
Seemed, by the torch's gloomy light,
Like the ill Daemon of the night,
Stooping his pinions' shadowy sway
Upon the nighted pilgrim's way:
lBut,unrequited Love! thy dart
Plunged deepest its envenomed smart,
And Roderick, with thine anguish stung,
At length the hand of Douglas wrung,
While eyes, that mocked at tears before,
With bitter drops were running o'er.
The death-pangs of long-cherished hope
Scarce in that ample breast had scope,
But, struggling with his spirit proud,
Convulsive heaved its chequered shroud,
While every sob-so mute were allWas heard distinctly through the hall.
The son's despair, the mother's look,
Ill might the gentle Ellen brook;
She rose, and to her side there came,
To aid her parting steps, the Gram
XXXV.
Then Roderick from the Douglas broke —
As flashes flame through sable smoke,
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