And far beneath, in lustre wan, In solemn wise did rise and fail, But when Melrose he reached, 'twas silence all; And sought the convent's lonely wall. HERE paused the harp; and with its swell The Duchess, and her daughters fair, Each after each, in due degree, Gave praises to his melody; His hand was true, his voice was clear, The monastery of Meirose, founded by King David I., is the finest specimen of Gothic architecture, and Gothic sculpture, which Scotland can boast. The stone of which it is built, retains perfect sharpness, so that even the most minute ornaments seem as entire as when newly wrought. In some of the cloisters, there are representations of flowers, vegetables, &c., carved in stone, with accuracy and precision so delicate, that we almost distrust our senses, when we consider the difficulty of subjecting so hard a substance to such intricate and exquisite modulation. + Lauds, the midnight service of the Catholic church. CANTO SECOND. I. If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, When the broken arches are black in night, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die;* And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, 11. Short halt did Deloraine make there; "Who knocks so loud, and knocks so late?" And strait the wicket opened wide: For Branksome's chiefs had in battle stood, The buttresses of the ruins of Melrose, are richly carved and fretted, containing niches for the statues of saints, and labelled with scrolls, bearing appropriate texts of Scripture. Most of these statues have been demolished. + David the first of Scotland, who was sainted for his liberality in founding and endowing Melrose, and other monasteries And lands and livings, many a rood, Had gifted the shrine for their souls' reposa.* III. Bold Deloraine his errand said; IV. "The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me; V. And strangely on the Knight looked he, And his blue eyes gleamed wild and wide;"And, dar'st thou, warrior! seek to see What heaven and hell alike would hide? My breast, in belt of iron pent, With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn; For knowing what should ne'er be known. In ceaseless prayer and penance drie, The Buccleuch family were great benefactors to the abbey Melrose. + Aventayle, visor of the belmet. VI. "Penance, father, will I none; For mass or prayer can I rarely tarry, When I ride on a Border foray:* Other prayer can I none; So speed me my errand, and let me begone." VII. Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old, For he had himself been a warrior bold, And fought in Spain and Italy. And he thought on the days that were long since by, When his limbs were strong, and his courage was Now, slow and faint, he led the way, Where, cloistered round, the garden lay; The pillared arches were over their head, [high: And beneath their feet were the bones of the dead.† VIII. Spreading herbs, and flowerets bright, Nor herb, nor floweret, glistened there, And red and bright the streamers light The youth in glittering squadrons start; And hurl the unexpected dart.+ The Borderers were very ignorant about religious matters But however deficient in real religion, they regularly told their beads, and never with more zeal than when going on a plundering expedition. The cloisters were frequently used as places of sepulchre. The warlike pastime of throwing the jerreed, has prevailed in the east from time immemorial, and was imitated in the military game called Juego de las canas, which the Spaniards borrowed from their Moorish invaders, He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, IX. By a steel-clenched postern door, On pillars, lofty, and light, and small; X. Full many a scutcheon and banner, riven, O gallant Chief of Otterburne,† And thine, dark Knight of Liddesdale!+ O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid! XI. The moon on the east oriel shone,§ Corbells, the projections from which these arches spring, usually cut in a fantastic face, or mask. + The famous and desperate battle of Otterburne was fought 15th August, 1888, betwixt Henry Percy, called Hotspur, and James Earl of Douglas. The Scots won the day, dearly purchased by the death of their gallant general, the Earl of Douglas, who was slain in the action. He was buried at Melrose beneath the high altar. William Douglas, called the knight of Liddesdale, flourished during the reign of David II.; and was so distinguished by his valour, that he was called the Flower of Chivalry. He was slain while hunting in Ettrick Forest, by his own godson and chieftain, William Earl of Douglas, and was interred, with great pomp in Meirose abbey, where his tomb is still shown. § It is impossible to conceive a more beautiful specimen of Gothic architecture, in its purity, than the eastern window of Malrose abbey. Sir James Hall, bas traced the Gothic order |