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

'AS:olW c.:s Le:L. 531
gThe death-shot parts-the charger springs —
Wild rises tumult's startling roar —
And Murray's plumy helmet rings— Rings on the ground, to rise no more.
" What joy the raptur'd youth can feel,
To hear her love the lov'd one tell,
Or he, who broaches on his steel
The wolf, by whom his infant felll
"' But dearer'to my injur'd eye,
To see in dust proud Murray rolls
And mine was ten times trebled joy
To hear him groan his felon soul.', My Marg'ret's spectre glided near;
With pride her bleeding victim saw;
And shriek'd in his death-deafen'd ear,'Remember injur'd Bothwellhaugh!'
" Then speed thee, noble Chatlerault!
Spread to the wind thy banner'd tree!
Each warrior bend his Clydesdale bowl —
Murray is fall'n, and Scotland free.
Vaults ev'ry warrior to his steed;
Loud bugles join their wild acclaim" Murray is fall'n, and Scotland freed!
Couch, ArranI couch thy spear of flamel'
But, see! the Minstrel vision failsThe glimm'ring spears are seen no mores
The shouts of war die on the gales,
Or sink in Evan's lonely roar.
For the loud bugle, pealing high,
The blackbird whistles down the vale,
And sunk in ivied ruins lie
The banner'd tow'rs of Evandale.
For chiefs, intent on bloody deed,
And Vengeance, shouting o'er the slain,
I)o! high-born Beauty rules the steed,
Or graceful guides the silken rein.
And long may Peace and Pleasure own
The maids, who list the Minstrel's tale}
Nor e'er a ruder guest be known
Oanthe fair banks of Evandale.