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

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Regret was there, his eye stilleast
With vain repining on the past;
Among the feasters waited near
Sorrow, and unrepentant Fear,
And Blasphemy, to frenzy driv'n,
With his own crimes reproaching heav'n?
While Bertram show'd, amid the crew
The Master-Fiend that Milton drew.
XV.
Hark! the loud revel wakes again,
To greet the leader of the train.
Behold the group by the pale lamp,
That struggles with the earthy damp.
By what strange features Vice has known,
To single out and mark her own!
Yet some the-re are, whose brows retaiii
Less deeply stamp'd her brand and salin.
See yon pale stripling! when a boy,
A mother's pride, a father's joy!
Now,'gainst the vault's rude walls recliM'dt,
An early image fills his mind:
The cottage, once his sire's, he sees,
Embower'd upon the banks of Tees;
Hie views sweet Winston's woodland scckng
And shares the dance on Gainford-(greet.
A tear is springing-but the zest
Of some wild tale, or brutal jest,
Hath to loud laughter stirr'd the rest.
On him they call, the aptest mate
For jovial song and merry feat;
Fast flies his dream-with dauntless air,
As one victorious o'er Despair,
He bids the ruddy cup go round,
Till sense and sorrow both are drown'd;
And soon, in merry wassail, he,
The life of all their revelry,
Peals his loud song! —The muse has foundr
Her blossoms on the wildest ground,'Mid noxious weeds at random strew'd7
Themselves all profitless and rude.With desp'rate merriment he sung,
The cavern to the chorus rung;
Yet mingled with his reckless glee
Remorse's bitter agony.