Rosabelle ROSABELLE From "The Lay of the Last Minstrel" O LISTEN, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; "Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew! "The blackening wave is edged with white; "Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round lady gay; ""Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir ""Tis not because the ring they ride, O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen; And seen from caverned Hawthornden. 2621 Seemed all on fire that chapel proud Seemed all on fire within, around, And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle! And each Saint Clair was buried there Walter Scott [1771-1832) ALICE BRAND From "The Lady of the Lake" I MERRY it is in the good greenwood, When the mavis and merle are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing. "O Alice Brand, my native land And we must hold by wood and wold, 2623 Alice Brand "O Alice, 'twas all for thy locks so bright, "Now must I teach to hew the beech "And for vest of pall, thy fingers small, That wont on harp to stray, A cloak must shear from the slaughtered deer, "O Richard! if my brother died, "If pall and vair no more I wear, "And, Richard, if our lot be hard, And lost thy native land, Still Alice has her own Richard, And he his Alice Brand." II "Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood, On the beech's pride, and oak's brown side, Up spoke the moody Elfin King, Who woned within the hill, Like wind in the porch of a ruined church, "Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak, Our moonlight circle's screen? Or who comes here to chase the deer, Or who may dare on wold to wear "Up, Urgan, up! to yon mortal hie, "Lay on him the curse of the withered heart, The curse of the sleepless eye; Till he wish and pray that his life would part, Nor yet find leave to die!" III 'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood, Though the birds have stilled their singing; The evening blaze doth Alice raise, ` And Richard is fagots bringing. Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf, "That is made with bloody hands." But out then spoke she, Alice Brand, "Now loud thou liest, thou bold of mood! It cleaves unto his hand, The stain of thine own kindly blood, Alice Brand Then forward stepped she, Alice Brand, "And if there's blood on Richard's hand, "And I conjure thee, Demon elf, 2625 IV ""Tis merry, 'tis merry, in Fairy-land, When fairy birds are singing, When the court doth ride by the monarch's side, With bit and bridle ringing. "And gaily shines the Fairy-land But all is glistening show, Like the idle gleam that December's beam Can dart on ice and snow. "And fading, like that varied gleam, Who now like knight and lady seem, "It was between the night and day, That I sunk down in a sinful fray, And, 'twixt life and death, was snatched away "But wist I of a woman bold, Who thrice my brow durst sign, I might regain my mortal mold, As fair a form as thine." She crossed him once-she crossed him twice- That lady was so brave; The fouler grew his goblin hue, The darker grew the cave. |