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No earthly flame blazed e'er so bright;
And issuing from the tomb,
And kissed his waving plume.
A palmer's amice wrapped him round,
Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea :
The lamp was placed beside his knee :
And neither known remorse or awe;
When this strange scene of death he saw.
XXI. . And when the priest his death-prayer had prayed,
Thus unto Deloraine be said:
XXII. When the huge stone sunk o'er the tomb, The night returned, in double gloom ; for the moon had gone down, and the stars were few; And, as the knight and the priest withdrew, With wavering steps and dizzy brain, They hardly might the postern gain. 'Tis said, as through the aisles they passed, They heard strange noises on the blast; . And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Loud sobs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man; As if the fiends kept holiday, Because these spells were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY.
(From the Same.)
" D ISE up, rise up, now, lord Douglas," she says,
N " And put on your armour so bright, Let it never be said, that a daughter of thine
Was married to a lord under night.
" Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,
And put on your armour so bright,
For your eldest's awa the last night.”
He's mounted her on a milk white steed,
And himself or a dapple grey,
And lightly they rode away.
Lord William look it o'er his left shoulder,
To see what he could see,
Come riding over the lec.
“ Light down, light down, lady Marg’ret,” he said,
And hold my steed in your hand,
And your father, I mak a stand.”
She held his steed in her milk-white hand,
And never shed one tear,
And her father aard fighting, who lov'd her so dear.
* Hold up, hold up, lord William,” she says,
« For I fear that you are slain!” “ 'Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak,
That shines in the water sae plain.”
O they rade on, and on they rade,
And a' by the light of the moon,
And there they lighted down.
" Get up, get op, lady mother," he says,
" Get up, and let me in! Get up, get up, lady mother," he says,
“ For this night my fair lady l've win.
" O mak my bed, lady mother,” he says,
"O mak it braid and deep! And lay lady Marg'ret close at my back,
And the sounder I will sleep."
Lord William was dead lang ere midnigbt,
Lady Marg'ret lang ere day
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