When they had glided from the cell Of sin and misery. XXXIII. An hundred winding steps convey With speed their upward way they take, Even in the vesper's heavenly tone,2 Slow o'er the midnight wave it swung, "From that dark penance vault to day." "That night amid the vesper's swell, They thought they heard Constantia's yell, For welfare of a passing soul.” The sound of the knell that was rung for the parting soul of this victim of seduction, is described with great force and solemnity. Jeffrey. The whole of this trial and doom presents a high-wrought scene of horror, which, at the close, rises almost to too great a pitch. Scots Mag., March, 1808. The Bamborough peasant raised his head, Then couch'd him down beside the hind, INTRODUCTION TO CANTO THIRD To William Erskine, Esq.1 Ashestiel, Ettrick Forest. LIKE April morning clouds, that pass, Now winding slow its silver train, And almost slumbering on the plain; Like breezes of the autumn day, When the ear deems its murmur past; 1 William Erskine, Esq., advocate, Sheriff-depute of the Orkneys, became a Judge of the Court of Session by the title of Lord Kinnedder, and died at Edinburgh in August, 1822. He had been from early youth the most intimate of the Poet's friends, and his chief confidant and adviser as to all literary matters. See a notice of his life and character by the late Mr. Hay Donaldson, to which Sir Walter Scott contributed several paragraphs.- ED. Thus various, my romantic theme And pleased, we listen as the breeze Then, wild as cloud, or stream, or gale, Need I to thee, dear Erskine, tell Instructive of the feebler bard, Still from the grave their voice is heard; 1 MS.-"With sound now lowly, and now higher, Irregular to wake the lyre." MS. "Thine hours to thriftless rhyme are lent." |