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Seen eddying by the moonlight dim, Thy ditties will she freely praise,
Imperfectly to sink and swim. And paythy pains with courtly phrase;
What 'vail'd it, that the fair domain, In a rough path will oft command-
Its battled mansion, hill, and plain, Accept at least-thy friendly hand;
On which the sun so brightly shone, His she avoids, or, urged and pray'd,
Envied so long, was now his own? Unwilling takes his proffer'd aid,
The lowest dungeon, in that hour, While conscious passion plainly speaks
Of Brackenbury's dismal tower, In downcast look and blushing cheeks.
Had been his choice, could such a doom Whene'er he sings will she glide nigh,
Have opend Mortham's bloody tomb! And all her soul is in her eye;
Forced, too, to turn unwilling ear Yet doubts she still to tender free
To each surmise of hope or fear, The wonted words of courtesy.
Murmur'd among the rustics round, These are strong signs! yet wherefore
Who gather'd at the 'larum sound;

sigh, He dared not turn his head away,

And wipe, effeminate, thine eye? E'en to look up to heaven to pray,

Thine shall she be, if thou attend Or call on hell, in bitter mood, The counsels of thy sire and friend. For one sharp death-shot from the wood! ΧΧΙΧ. .

Scarce wert thou gone, when peep

of light At length, o'erpast that dreadful space, Brought genuine news of Marston's Back straggling came the scatter'd

fight. chase;

Brave Cromwell turn'd the doubtful Jaded and weary, horse and man,

tide, Return'd the troopers, one by one.

And conquest bless'd the rightful side; Wilfrid, the last, arrived to say,

Three thousand cavaliers lie dead, All trace was lost of Bertram's way,

Rupert and that bold Marquis fled: Though Redmond still, up Brignal Nobles and knights, so proud of late, wood,

Must fine for freedom and estate. The hopeless quest in vain pursued. Of these, committed to my charge, O, fatal doom of human race !

Is Rokeby, prisoner at large; What tyrant passions passions chase! Redmond, his page, arrived to say Remorse from Oswald's brow is gone, He reaches Barnard's towers to-day. Avarice and pride resume their throne; } Right heavy shall his ransom be, The pang of instant terror by,

Unless that maid compound with thee! They dictate thus their slave's reply:

Go to her now-be bold of cheer,

While her soul floats 'twixt hope and xxx.

fear; Ay-let him range like hasty hound! It is the very change of tide, And if the grim wolf's lair be found, When best the female heart is tried Small is my care how goes the game Pride, prejudice, and modesty, With Redmond, or with Risingham. Are in the current swept to sea; Nay, answer not, thou simple boy! And the bold swain, who plies his oar, Thy fair Matilda, all so coy

May lightly row his bark to shore.' To thee, is of another mood To that bold youth of Erin's blood.



Canto Third.

Oft had he shown, in climes afar,

Each attribute of roving war; The hunting tribes of air and earth The sharpen'd ear, the piercing eye, Respect the brethren of their birth; į The quick resolve in danger nigh ; Nature, who loves the claim of kind, The speed, that in the flight or chase, Less cruel chase to each assign'd. Outstripp'd the Carib's rapid race; The falcon, poised on soaring wing, The steady brain, the sinewy liml), Watches the wild-duck by the spring ; 'To leap, to climb, to dive, to swim ; The slow-hound wakes the fox's lair; · The iron frame, inured to bear The greyhound presses on the hare ;

Each dire inclemency of air, The eagle pounces on the lamb;

Nor less confirm'd to undergo The wolf devours the fleecy dam;

Fatigue's faint chill, and famine's throe. Even tiger fell, and sullen bear, These arts he proved, his life to save, Their likeness and their lineage spare:

In peril oft by land and wave, Man, only, mars kind Nature's plan, On Arawaca's desert shore, And turns the fierce pursuit on man;

Or where La Plata's billows roar, Plying war's desultory trade,

When oft the sons of vengeful Spain Incursion, flight, and ambuscade, Track'd the marauder's steps in vain. Since Nimrod, Cush's mighty son,

These arts, in Indian warfare tried, At first the bloody game begun.

Must save him now by Greta's side.




The Indian, prowling for his prey, 'Twas then, in hour of utmost need,
Who hears the settlers track his way, He proved his courage, art, and speed.
And knows in distant forest far Now slow he stalk'd with stealthy pace,
Camp his red brethren of the war; Now started forth in rapid race,
He, when cach double and disguise Oft doubling back in mazy train,
To baffle the pursuit he tries,

To blind the trace the dews retain ;
Low crouching now his head to hide, Now clombe the rocks projecting high,
Where swampy streams through To baffle the pursuer's eye;
rushes glide,

Now sought the stream, whose brawlNow covering with the wither'd leaves : ing sound The footprints that the dew receives : The echo of his footsteps drown'd. He, skill'd in every silvan guile, But if the forest verge he nears, Knows not, nortries, such various wile, There trample steeds, and glimmer As Risingham, when on the wind

spears ; Arose the loud pursuit behind. If deeper down the copse he drew, In Redesdale his youth had heard He heard the rangers' loud halloo, Each art her wily dalesmen dared, Beating each cover while they came, When Rooken-edge, and Redswair ! As if to start the silvan game. high,

'Twas then—like tiger close beset To bugle rung and bloodhound's cry, At every pass with toil and net, Announcing Jedwood-axe and spear, ! 'Counter d, where'er he turns his glare, And Lid'sdale riders in the rear; | By clashing arms and torches' flare, And well his venturous life had proved Who meditates, with furious bound, The lessons that his childhood loved. i To burston hunter, horse, and hound,




'Twas then that Bertram's soul arose, In that strange mood which maids Prompting to rush upon his foes :

approve, But as that crouching tiger, cow'd Even when they dare not call it love; By brandish'd steel and shouting With every change his features play'd, crowd,

As aspens show the light and shade. Retreats beneath the jungle's shroud, Bertram suspends his purpose stern, And couches in the brake and fern,

Well Risingham young Redmond

knew : Hiding his face, lest foemen spy

And much he marvell'd that the crew, The sparkle of his swarthy eye.

Roused to revenge bold Mortham dead,

Were by that Mortham's foeman led; Then Bertram might the bearing trace That wails a generous foeman low,

For never felt his soul the woe Of the bold youth who led the chase; Far less that sense of justice strong, Who paused to list for every sound,

That wreaks a generous foeman's Climb'd every height to look around,

wrong. Then rushing on with naked sword,

But small his leisure now to pause; Each dingle's bosky depths explored. 'Twas Redmond-by the azure eye;

Redmond is first, whate'er the cause:

And twice that Redmond came so near 'Twas Redmond-by the locks that fly Disorder'd from his glowing cheek;

Where Bertram couch'd like hunted

deer, Mien, face, and form, young Redmond

The very boughs his steps displace speak.

Rustled against the ruffian's face,
A form more active, light, and strong,
Ne'er shot the ranks of war along;

Who, desperate, twice prepared to

start, The modest, yet the manly mien, Might grace the court of maiden queen; But Redmond turn'd a different way,

And plunge his dagger in his heart ! A face more fair you well might find, And the bent boughs resumed their For Redmond's knew thesun and wind,

sway, Nor boasted, from their tinge when

And Bertram held it wise, unscen, free,

Deeper to plunge in coppice green. The charm of regularity;

Thus, circled in his coil, the snake, But every feature had the power

When roving hunters beat the brake, To aid the expression of the hour:

Watches with red and glistening eye, Whether gay wit, and humour sly, Danced laughing in his light-blue eye; With forked tongue and venom’d fang

Prepared, if heedless step draw nigh, Or bended brow, and glance of fire, And kindling check, spoke Erin's ire ; Instant to dart the deadly pang;

But if the intruders turn aside, Or soft and sadden'd glances show

Away his coils unfolded glide, Her ready sympathy with woe;

And through the deep savannah wind, Or in that wayward mood of mind,

Some undisturb'à retreat to find. When various feelings are combined, When joy and sorrow mingle near, And hope's bright wings are check'd But Bertram, as he backward drew, by fear,

And heard the loud pursuit renew, And rising doubtskeeptransport down,' And Redmond's hollo on the wind, And anger lends a short-lived frown; Oft mutter'd in his savage mind



Redmond O'Neale / were thou and I | And round its rugged basis lay,
Alone this day's event to try,

By time or thunder rent away,
With not a second here to see

Fragments, that, from its frontlet torn, But the grey cliff and oaken tree --- Were mantled now by verdant thorn. That voice of thine, that shouts so loud, Such was the scene's wild majesty Should ne'errepeat its summons proud! | That fill'd stern Bertram's gazing eye, No! nor e'er try its melting power Again in maiden's summer bower.' Eluded, now behind him die,

In sullen mood he lay reclined, Faint and more faint, cach hostile cry; Revolving, in his stormy mind He stands in Scargill wood alone, The felon deed, the fruitless guilt, Nor hears he now a harsher tone His patron's blood by treason spilt; Than thc hoarse cushat's plaintive cry, A crime, it seem’d, so dire and dread, Or Greta's sound that murmurs by; That it had power to wake the dead. And on the dale, so lone and wild, Then, pondering on his life betray'd The summer sun in quiet smiled. By Oswald's art to Redmond's blade,

In treacherous purpose to withhold, VIII.

Soseem'dit, Mortham's promised gold, He listcn'd long with anxious heart, A deep and full revenge he vow'd Ear bent to hear, and foot to start, On Redmond, forward, fierce, and And, while his stretch'd attention proud; glows,

Revenge on Wilfrid on his sire Refused his weary frame repose. Redoubled vengeance, swift and 'Twas silence all-he laid him down

dire ! Where purple heath profusely strown, | If, in such mood, as legends say, And throatwort, with its azure bell, And well believed that simple day,' And moss and thyme his cushion swell. The Enemy of Man has power There, spent with toil, he listless To profit by the evil hour, eyed

Here stood a wretch, prepared to The course of Greta's playful tide;

change Beneath her banks now eddying dun, His soul's redemption for revenge! Now brightly gleaming to the sun, But though his vows, with such a fire As, dancing over rock and stone, Of carnest and intense desire In yellow light her currents shone, For vengeance dark and fell, were Matching in hue the favourite gem

made, Of Albin's mountain diadem.

As well might reach hell's lowest shade, Then, tired to watch the current's play, · Nodeepercloudsthe groveembrown'd, He turn'd his weary eyes away

No nether thunders shook the ground: To where the bank opposing show'd The demon knew his vassal's heart, Its huge square cliffs through shaggy And spared temptation's needless art.

wood. One, prominent above the rest, Rear'd to the sun its pale grey breast; Oft, mingled with the direful theme, Around its broken summit grew Came Mortham's form. Was it a The hazel rude, and sable yew;

dream? A thousand varied lichens dyed Or had he seen, in vision true, Its waste and weather-beaten side That very Mortham whom he slew?



Or had in living flesh appear'd Who watch'd with me in midnight The only man on earth he fear'd?

dark, To try the mystic cause intent, To snatch a deer from Rokeby-park. His eyes, that on the cliff were bent, How think’st thou ?' Speak thy pur'Counter'd at once a dazzling glance,

pose out; Like sunbeam flash'd from sword or I love not mystery or doubt.'

lance. At once he started as for fight, But not a foeman was in sight; Then list. Not far there lurk a crew He heard the cushat's murmur hoarse, Of trusty comrades, stanch and true, He heard the river's sounding course; Glean’d from both factions—RoundThe solitary woodlands lay,

heads, freed As slumbering in the summer ray. From cant of sermon and of creed; He gazed, like lion roused, around, And Cavaliers, whose souls, like mine, Then sunk again upon the ground. Spurn at the bonds of discipline. 'Twas but, he thought, some fitful Wiser, we judge, by dale and wold, beam,

A warfare of our own to hold, Glanced sudden from the sparkling Than breathe our last on battle-down, stream;

For cloak or surplice, mace or crown. Then plunged him in his gloomy train Our schemes are laid, our purpose set, Of ill-connected thoughts again,

A chief and leader lack we yet. Until a voice behind him cried, Thou art a wanderer, it is said; *Bertram ! well met on Greta side.' For Mortham's death thy steps way


Thy head at price-so say our spies, Instant his sword was in his hand, Who range the valley in disguise. As instant sunk the ready brand; Join then with us:—though wild debate Yet, dubious still, opposed he stood And wrangling rend our infant state, To him that issued from the wood: Each, to an equal loth to bow, "Guy Denzil! is it thou ?' he said; Will yield to chief renown'd as thou.' ‘Do we two meet in Scargill shade ? Stand back a space!—thy purpose show,

'Even now,'thought Bertram, passionWhether thou comest as friend or foe. stirr'd, Report hath said, that Denzil's name 'I call’d on hell, and hell has heard ! From Rokeby's band was razed with What lack I, vengeance to command, shame.'

But of stanch comrades such a band ? “A shame I owe that hot O'Neale, This Denzil, vow'd to every evil, Who told his knight, in peevish zeal, Might read a lesson to the devil. Of my marauding on the clowns Well, be it so! each knave and fool Of Calverley and Bradford downs. Shall serve as my revenge's tool.' I reck not. In a war to strive, Aloud, 'I take thy proffer, Guy, Where, save the leaders, none can But tell me where thy comrades lie?' thrive,

Not far from hence,' Guy Denzil said; Suits ill my mood; and better game Descend, and cross the river's bed, Awaits us both, if thou 'rt the same Where rises yonder cliff so grey.' Unscrupulous, bold Risingham, "Dothou,' said Bertram, 'lead the way.'




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