The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, baronnet ; ed avec une révision du texte . d marraines carême:mais elle bierThe sanglante de l'oer guerriers My Ladye abandonné ni fleur ni larme !Vengeance, des oer couvant les morts. Avait verrouillé la source de malheur plus doux.et de brûler l'orgueil et de dédain, il a interdit l'augmentation élevée normale à l'écoulement  ; jusqu'au milieu de son clan, affligé. Son fils lisped du genou, infirmières et si je vis pour être un homme. La mort de mon père est vengé ! Elle a osé à rechercher svmpathy.Son amant contre son clan avec Carr d'armes avaient été.Quand Mathouse-graver sur Melrose courait tous les mauves avec le

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The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . d matrons lent :But oer her warriors bloody bierThe Ladye dropped nor flower nor tear !Vengeance, deep-brooding oer the slain. Had locked the source of softer woe.And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the rising tear to flow ;Until, amid his sorrowing clan. Her son lisped from the nurses knee, And if I live to be a man. My fathers death revenged shall be ! Dared she to look for svmpathy.Her lover gainst her fathers clan With Carr in arms had stood.When Mathouse-burn to Melrose ran All purple with their blood ;And well she knew her mother dread.Before Lord Cranstoun she should wed.Would see her on her dvinsr bed. Of noble race the Ladve came;Her father was a clerk of fame 8 SCOTTS POETICAL jrOKAS. Of Bethunes line of IMcardic :He learned tlie art tliat none may name In Iadua, far l)eyon(l the sea.Men said he changed his mortal frame By feat of ma^ic mystery ;For when in studious mood he jiaced Saint Andrews cloistered hall.His form no darkcninji shadow traced Upon the sunny wall I. And of his skill, as bards avow, He taught that Ladye fair, Till to her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air.And now she sits in secret bower.In old Lord Davids western tower.And listens to a heavy soundThat moans the mossy turrets round.Is it the roar of Teviots tide.That chafes against the scaurs red side ?Is it the wind, that swings the oaks?Is it the echo from the rocks?What may it be, the heavy sound, That moans old Branksomes turrets round? At the sullen, moaning sound The ban-dogs bay and howl.And from the turrets round Loud whoops the startled owl.In the hall, both scjuire and knight Swore that a storm was near, And looked forth to view the night; But the night was still and clear ! From the sound of Teviots tide.Chafing with the mountains side.From the groan of the wind-swung oak, From the sullen echo of the rock. From the voice of the coming storm, The Ladye knew it well !It was

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