SCOTT'S POETICAL WORKS. "Now bless'd be the moment, the messenger be And now must the faith of my mistress be shown blest! Much honor'd do I hold me in my lady's high behest! To the best arm'd champion I will not veil my Must avouch his true service in front of the sun. "I restore,' says my master, the garment I've worn, But if I live and bear me well, 'tis her turn to take For its stains and its rents she should prize it the And I claim of the Princess to don it in turn; the test." Here, gentles, ends the foremost fytte of the Lay Since by shame 'tis unsullied, though crimson'd of the Bloody Vest. more, with gore." Then deep blush'd the Princess-yet kiss'd she and [press'd The blood-spotted robes to her lips and her breast. "Go tell my true knight, church and chamber shall show If I value the blood on this garment or no.” Then out spoke stout Thomas, in hall where he Exhausted and feeble, but dauntless of mood: shame; And light will she reck of thy prince.lom and rent, (3.)-MOTTOES. Chap. xxvi. THIS is the Prince of Leeches; fever, plague, Anonymous. Must we then sheath our still victorious sword; The Crusade, a Tragedy. (7.)-CHAP. XX. When beauty leads the lion in her toils, Such are her charms, he dare not raise his mane, Far less expand the terror of his fangs, (8.)-CHAP. XXIII. Anonymous 'Mid these wild scenes Enchantment waves her hand, To change the face of the mysterious land; cumulation of books and MSS. was at once flatterang and alarming; and one of his notes to me, about the middle of June, had these rhymes by way of postscript:— When with Poetry dealing Too small for a novel: How my fancy could prance In a dance of romance! But my house I must swap With some Brobdignag chap, Ere I grapple, God bless me! with Empero Nap." Life, vol. vii. p. 391 Deeds are done on earth, Which have their punishment ere the earth closes Upon the perpetrators. Be it the working Now, ye wild blades, that make loose inns your Of the remorse-stirr'd fancy, or the vision, Distinct and real, of unearthly being, (7.)-CHAP. XVII. We do that in our zeal, (8.)-CHAP. XXIV. "So much for oblivion, my dear Sir C.; and The deadliest snakes are those which, twined now, having dismounted from my Pegasus, who is 'mongst flowers, rather spavined, I charge a-foot, like an old dra Blend their bright coloring with the varied blos- goon as I am," &c. &c.-Life of Scott, vol. ix. p. 165. soms, Their fierce eyes glittering like the spangled dew drop; In all so like what nature has most harmless, That sportive innocence, which dreads no danger, from Chronicles of the Canongate Is poison'd unawares. Old Play. 1827. 1 An allusion to the enthusiastic reception of the Duke of Wellington at Sunderland.-ED. This lay has been set to beautiful music b a lady whose Ан, poor Louise! the livelong day She roams from cot to castle gay; composition, to say nothing of her singing, might make any poet proud of his verses, Mrs. Robert Arkwright, born Miss Kemble. |