THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. Walter Scott

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СКАЧАТЬ As on the elvish page it broke.

       It broke, with thunder long and loud,

       Dismay’d the brave, appall’d the proud,

       From sea to sea the larum rung;

       On Berwick wall, and at Carlisle withal,

       To arms the startled warders sprung.

       When ended was the dreadful roar,

       The elvish dwarf was seen no more!

       XXVI

      Some heard a voice in Branksome Hall,

       Some saw a sight, not seen by all

       That dreadful voice was heard by some,

       Cry, with loud summons, “Gylbin, come!”

       And on the spot where burst the brand

       Just where the page had flung him down,

       Some saw an arm, and some a hand,

       And some the waving of a gown.

       The guests in silence pray’d and shook,

       And terror dimm’d each lofty look.

       But none of all the astonish’d train

       Was so dismay’d as Deloraine

       His blood did freeze, his brain did burn,

       ‘Twas fear’d his mind would ne’er return;

       For he was speechless, ghastly, wan,

       Like him of whom the story ran

       Who spoke the spectre-hound in Man.

       At length, by fits, he darkly told.

       With broken hint, and shuddering cold,

       That he had seen, right certainly.

       A shape with amice wrapp’d around,

       With a wrought Spanish baldric bound,

       Like pilgrim from beyond the sea;

       And knew — but how it matter’d not,

       It was the wizard, Michael Scott.

       XXVII

      The anxious crowd, with horror pale,

       All trembling heard the wondrous tale;

       No sound was made, no word was spoke,

       Till noble Angus silence broke;

       And he a solemn sacred plight

       Did to St. Bride of Douglas make,

       That he a pilgrimage would take

       To Melrose Abbey, for the sake

       Of Michael’s restless sprite.

       Then each, to ease his troubled breast,

       To some bless’d saint his prayers address’d:

       Some to St. Modan made their vows,

       Some to St. Mary of the Lowes,

       Some to the Holy Rood of Lisle,

       Some to our Ladye of the Isle;

       Each did his patron witness make,

       That he such pilgrimage would take,

       And monks should sing, and bells should toll,

       All for the weal of Michael’s soul.

       While vows were ta’en, and prayers were pray’d,

       ‘Tis said the noble dame, dismay’d,

       Renounc’d, for aye, dark magic’s aid.

       XXVIII

      Nought of the bridal will I tell,

       Which after in short space befell;

       Nor how brave sons and daughters fair

       Bless’d Teviot’s Flower, and Cranstoun’s heir:

       After such dreadful scene, ‘twere vain

       To wake the note of mirth again.

       More meet it were to mark the day

       Of penitence, and prayer divine,

       When pilgrim-chiefs, in sad array,

       Sought Melrose’ holy shrine.

       XXIX

      With naked foot, and sackcloth vest,

       And arms enfolded on his breast,

       Did every pilgrim go;

       The standers-by might hear uneath,

       Footstep, or voice, or high-drawn breath,

       Through all the lengthen’d row:

       No lordly look, nor martial stride;

       Gone was their glory, sunk their pride,

       Forgotten their renown

       Silent and slow, like ghosts they glide

       To the high altar’s hallow’d side,

       And there they knelt them down:

       Above the suppliant chieftains wave

       The banners of departed brave;

       Beneath the letter d stones were laid

       The ashes of their fathers dead;

       From many a garnish’d niche around,

       Stern saints and tortur’d martyrs frown’d.

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      And slow up the dim aisle afar,

       With sable cowl and scapular,

       And snow-white stoles, in order due,

       The holy Fathers, two and two,

       In long procession came;

       Taper and host, and book they bare,

       And holy banner, flourish’d fair

       With the Redeemer’s name.

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