. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. ms,Given by the Monarch to Fitz-James. The signet-ring young Lewis took With deep respect and altered look. And said : This ring our duties own; And pardon, if to worth unknown. In semblance mean obscurely veiled, Lady, in aught my folly failed. Soon as the day flings wide his gates, The King shall know what suitor waits. Please you meanwhile in fitting bower Repose you till his waking hour; Female attendance shall obey Your hest, for service or array. Permit I marshal you the way. But, ere she followed
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. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. ms, Given by the Monarch to Fitz-James. The signet-ring young Lewis took With deep respect and altered look. And said : This ring our duties own; And pardon, if to worth unknown. In semblance mean obscurely veiled, Lady, in aught my folly failed. Soon as the day flings wide his gates, The King shall know what suitor waits. Please you meanwhile in fitting bower Repose you till his waking hour; Female attendance shall obey Your hest, for service or array. Permit I marshal you the way. But, ere she followed, with the grace And open bounty of her race, She bade her slender purse be shared Among the soldiers of the guard. The rest with thanks their guerdon took. But Brent, with shy and awkward look. On the reluctant maidens hold Forced bluntly back the proffered gold : - Forgive a haughty English heart, And O, forget its ruder part! The vacant purse shall be my share. Which in my barret-cap I 11 bear. Perchance, in jeopardy of war, Where gayer crests may keep afar. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 237. With thanks — t was all she could — the maidHis rugged courtesy repaid. XI. When Ellen forth with Lewis went, Allan made suit to John of Brent: — My lady safe, O let your graceGive me to see my masters face!His minstrel I, — to share his doomBound from the cradle to the tomb.Tenth in descent, since first my siresWaked for his noble house their lyres, Nor one of all the race was knownBut prized its weal above their own.With the Chiefs birth begins our care;Our harp must soothe the infant heir, Teach the youth tales of fight, and graceHis earliest feat of field or chase ;In peace, in war, our rank we keep.We cheer his board, we soothe his sleep, Nor leave him till we pour our verse —A doleful tribute ! — oer his hearse.Then let me share his captive lot;It is my right, — deny it not! Little we reck, said John of Brent, We Southern men, of long descent;Nor wot we how a name — a word —