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

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Y'~oung Malcolm answered, calm and bold,
"F' ear nothing for thy favourite hold.
Tile spot, an angel deigned to grace,
Is blessed, though robbers haunt the placeu
Thy churlish courtesy for bhose
R eserve, who fear to be thy foes.
As safe to me the mountain way
At midnight, as in blaze of day,
Though, with his boldest at his back,
Even Roderick Dhu beset the track.
Brave Douglas-lovely Ellen-nay,
Nought here of parting will I say.
Earth does not hold a lonesome glen,
So secret,but we meet agen.
Chieftain! we too shall find an hour,"
Hie said, and left the sylvan bower.
1Old Allaun followed to the strand,
(Such was the Douglas's command,)
And anxious told, how, on the morn,
The stern Sir Roderick deep had sworn,
The Fiery Cross should circle o'er
Dale, glen, and valley, down, and mo
Much were theperil to the Grseme,
From those who to the signal came;
Far up the lake'twere safest land,
Himself would row him to the.strand.
He gave his counsel to the wind,
-While Malcolm did, unheeding, bind,
Round dirk and pouch and broad-sword raollk,
I is ample plaid in tightened fold,
And stripped his limbs to such array
As best might suit the watery way.
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Thenspoke abrupt: — Farewell to thee,
Pattern of old fidelityl"
The minstrel's hand he kindly pressed,
" Oh! could I point a place of rest
My sovereign holds in ward my land,
My uncle leads my vassal band;
To tame his foes,-his fiiends to aid,
Pocr Malcolm has but heart and blade.
Yet, if there be one faithful Grseme,
Who -loves the Chieftain of his name,
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