The Lady of the Lake eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Lady of the Lake.


As up the flinty path they strained,
Sudden his steed the leader reined;
A signal to his squire he flung,
Who instant to his stirrup sprung:—­
’Seest thou, De Vaux, yon woodsman gray,
Who townward holds the rocky way,
Of stature tall and poor array? 
Mark’st thou the firm, yet active stride,
With which he scales the mountain-side? 
Know’st thou from whence he comes, or whom?’
’No, by my word;—­a burly groom
He seems, who in the field or chase
A baron’s train would nobly grace—­’
’Out, out, De Vaux! can fear supply,
And jealousy, no sharper eye? 
Afar, ere to the hill he drew,
That stately form and step I knew;
Like form in Scotland is not seen,
Treads not such step on Scottish green. 
’Tis James of Douglas, by Saint Serle! 
The uncle of the banished Earl. 
Away, away, to court, to show
The near approach of dreaded foe: 
The King must stand upon his guard;
Douglas and he must meet prepared.’ 
Then right-hand wheeled their steeds, and straight
They won the Castle’s postern gate.


The Douglas, who had bent his way
From Cambus-kenneth’s abbey gray,
Now, as he climbed the rocky shelf,
Held sad communion with himself:—­
’Yes! all is true my fears could frame;
A prisoner lies the noble Graeme,
And fiery Roderick soon will feel
The vengeance of the royal steel. 
I, only I, can ward their fate,—­
God grant the ransom come not late! 
The Abbess hath her promise given,
My child shall be the bride of Heaven;—­
Be pardoned one repining tear! 
For He who gave her knows how dear,
How excellent!—­but that is by,
And now my business is—­to die.—­
Ye towers! within whose circuit dread
A Douglas by his sovereign bled;
And thou, O sad and fatal mound! 
That oft hast heard the death-axe sound. 
As on the noblest of the land
Fell the stern headsmen’s bloody hand,—­
The dungeon, block, and nameless tomb
Prepare—­for Douglas seeks his doom! 
But hark! what blithe and jolly peal
Makes the Franciscan steeple reel? 
And see! upon the crowded street,
In motley groups what masquers meet! 
Banner and pageant, pipe and drum,
And merry morrice-dancers come. 
I guess, by all this quaint array,
The burghers hold their sports to-day. 
James will be there; he loves such show,
Where the good yeoman bends his bow,
And the tough wrestler foils his foe,
As well as where, in proud career,
The high-born filter shivers spear. 
I’ll follow to the Castle-park,
And play my prize;—­King James shall mark
If age has tamed these sinews stark,
Whose force so oft in happier days
His boyish wonder loved to praise.’


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