The Lady of the Lake eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 227 pages of information about The Lady of the Lake.
For me in kindred gore are red: 
’To know, in fruitless brawl begun,
For me that mother wails her son,
For me that widow’s mate expires,
For me that orphans weep their sires,
That patriots mourn insulted laws,
And curse the Douglas for the cause. 
O let your patience ward such ill,
And keep your right to love me still I’

XXIX.

The crowd’s wild fury sunk again
In tears, as tempests melt in rain. 
With lifted hands and eyes, they prayed
For blessings on his generous head
Who for his country felt alone,
And prized her blood beyond his own. 
Old men upon the verge of life
Blessed him who stayed the civil strife;
And mothers held their babes on high,
The self-devoted Chief to spy,
Triumphant over wrongs and ire,
To whom the prattlers owed a sire. 
Even the rough soldier’s heart was moved;
As if behind some bier beloved,
With trailing arms and drooping head,
The Douglas up the hill he led,
And at the Castle’s battled verge,
With sighs resigned his honoured charge.

XXX.

The offended Monarch rode apart,
With bitter thought and swelling heart,
And would not now vouchsafe again
Through Stirling streets to lead his train. 
’O Lennox, who would wish to rule
This changeling crowd, this common fool? 
Hear’st thou,’ he said, ’the loud acclaim
With which they shout the Douglas name? 
With like acclaim the vulgar throat
Strained for King James their morning note;
With like acclaim they hailed the day
When first I broke the Douglas sway;
And like acclaim would Douglas greet
If he could hurl me from my seat. 
Who o’er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain? 
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream;
Fantastic as a woman’s mood,
And fierce as Frenzy’s fevered blood. 
Thou many-headed monster-thing,
O who would wish to be thy king?—­

XXXI..

’But soft! what messenger of speed
Spurs hitherward his panting steed? 
I guess his cognizance afar—­
What from our cousin, John of Mar?’
’He prays, my liege, your sports keep bound
Within the safe and guarded ground;
For some foul purpose yet unknown,—­
Most sure for evil to the throne,—­
The outlawed Chieftain, Roderick Dhu,
Has summoned his rebellious crew;
’Tis said, in James of Bothwell’s aid
These loose banditti stand arrayed. 
The Earl of Mar this morn from Doune
To break their muster marched, and soon
Your Grace will hear of battle fought;
But earnestly the Earl besought,
Till for such danger he provide,
With scanty train you will not ride.’

XXXII.

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