And she feasted him there, There's grief in the cottage To the bush comes the bud, Allan Cunningham. THE Branksome Hall. BRANKSOME HALL. feast was over in Branksome tower, And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell, Deadly to hear, and deadly to tell, Jesu Maria, shield us well! No living wight, save the Ladye alone, The tables were drawn, it was idlesse all; Loitered through the lofty hall, Or crowded round the ample fire; The stag-hounds, weary with the chase, Lay stretched upon the rushy floor, And urged, in dreams, the forest race, From Teviot stone to Eskdale moor. Nine-and-twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Branksome Hall; Brought them their steeds to bower from stall; Waited, duteous, on them all: They were all knights of metal true, Kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch. Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With corselet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred. Ten squires, ten yeomen, mail-clad men, Barbed with frontlet of steel, I trow, Why do these steeds stand ready dight? From Warkworth, or Naworth, or merry Carlisle. Sir Walter Scott. Bruar Water. THE HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER TO THE NOBLE DUKE OF ATHOLE. My I e [Y lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain ; Emboldened thus, I beg you'll hear Dry-withering, waste my foamy streams, The lightly jumpin' glowrin' trouts, Last day I grat wi' spite and teen, He, kneeling, wad adored me. Here, foaming down the shelvy rocks, I am, although I say 't mysel', Would then my noble master please To grant my highest wishes, He'll shade my banks wi' towering trees, And bonny spreading bushes. Delighted doubly then, my lord, The sober laverock, warbling wild, The gowdspink, Music's gayest child, The blackbird strong, the lint white clear, This, too, a covert shall insure To shield them from the storm; Here shall the shepherd make his seat, And here, by sweet endearing stealth, Despising worlds with all their wealth The flowers shall vie in all their charms And birks extend their fragrant arms To screen the dear embrace. |