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Introduction	A
I	-
Come Lucy while 'tis morning hour	B
The woodland brook we needs must pass	C
So ere the sun assume his power	B
We shelter in our poplar bower	B
Where dew lies long upon the flower	B
Though vanish'd from the velvet grass	C
Curbing the stream this stony ridge	D
May serve us for a silvan bridge	D
For here compell'd to disunite	E
Round petty isles the runnels glide	E
And chafing off their puny spite	E
The shallows murmurers waste their might	E
Yielding to footstep free and light	E
A dry shod pass from side to side	E
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II	-
Nay why this hesitating pause	F
And Lucy as thy step withdraws	F
Why sidelong eye the streamlet's brim	G
Titania's foot without a slip	H
Like thine though timid light and slim	G
From stone to stone might safely trip	H
Nor risk the glow worm clasp to dip	H
That binds her slipper's silken rim	G
Or trust thy lover's strength nor fear	I
That this same stalwart arm of mine	J
Which could yon oak's prone trunk uprear	I
Shall shrink beneath the burden dear	I
Of form so slender light and fine	J
So now the danger dared at last	E
Look back and smile at perils past	E
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III	-
And now we reach the favourite glade	E
Paled in copsewood cliff and stone	K
Where never harsher sounds invade	E
To break affection's whispering tone	K
Than the deep breeze that waves the shade	E
Than the small brooklet's feeble moan	K
Come rest thee on thy wonted seat	E
Moss'd is the stone the turf is green	L
A place where lovers best may meet	E
Who would not that their love be seen	L
The boughs that dim the summer sky	-
Shall hide us from each lurking spy	-
That fain would spread the invidious tale	M
How Lucy of the lofty eye	-
Noble in birth in fortunes high	-
She for whom lords and barons sigh	-
Meets her poor Arthur in the dale	M
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IV	-
How deep that blush how deep that sigh	-
And why does Lucy shun mine eye	-
Is it because that crimson draws	F
Its colour from some secret cause	N
Some hidden movement of the breast	E
She would not that her Arthur guess'd	E
O quicker far is lovers' ken	O
Than the dull glance of common men	O
And by strange sympathy can spell	P
The thoughts the loved one will not tell	P
And mine in Lucy's blush saw met	E
The hues of pleasure and regret	E
Pride mingled in the sigh her voice	Q
And shared with Love the crimson glow	R
Well pleased that thou art Arthur's choice	Q
Yet shamed thine own is placed so low	R
Thou turn'st thy self confessing cheek	S
As if to meet the breeze's cooling	T
Then Lucy hear thy tutor speak	S
For Love too has his hours of schooling	T
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V	-
Too oft my anxious eye has spied	E
That secret grief thou fain wouldst hide	E
The passing pang of humbled pride	E
Too oft when through the splendid hall	U
The load star of each heart and eye	-
My fair one leads the glittering ball	U
Will her stol'n glance on Arthur fall	U
With such a blush and such a sigh	-
Thou wouldst not yield for wealth or rank	V
The heart thy worth and beauty won	A
Nor leave me on this mossy bank	V
To meet a rival on a throne	K
Why then should vain repinings rise	W
That to thy lover fate denies	W
A nobler name a wide domain	X
A Baron's birth a menial train	X
Since Heaven assign'd him for his part	E
A lyre a falchion and a heart	E
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VI	-
My sword its master must be dumb	Y
But when a soldier names my name	Z
Approach my Lucy fearless come	Y
Nor dread to hear of Arthur's shame	Z
My heart 'mid all yon courtly crew	I
Of lordly rank and lofty line	J
Is there to love and honour true	I
That boasts a pulse so warm as mine	J
They praised thy diamonds' lustre rare	I
Match'd with thine eyes I thought it faded	E
They praised the pearls that bound thy hair	I
I saw only the locks they braided	E
They talk'd of wealthy dower and land	E
And titles of high birth the token	A
I thought of Lucy's heart and hand	E
Nor knew the sense of what was spoken	A
And yet if rank'd in Fortune's roll	A2
I might have learn'd their choice unwise	W
Who rate the dower above the soul	A2
And Lucy's diamonds o'er her eyes	W
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VII	-
My lyre it is an idle toy	E
That borrows accents not its own	K
Like warbler of Colombian sky	-
That sings in a mimic tone	K
Ne'er did it sound o'er sainted well	P
Nor boasts it aught of Border spell	P
It strings no feudal slogan pour	I
Its heroes draw no broad claymore	I
No shouting clans applauses raise	B2
Because it sung their father's praise	B2
On Scottish moor or English down	C2
It ne'er was graced with fair renown	C2
Norwon best meed to minstrel true	I
One favouring smile from fair BUCCLEUCH	D2
By one poor streamlet sounds its tone	K
And heard by one dear maid alone	K
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VIII	-
But if thou bid'st these tones shall tell	P
Of errant knight and damozelle	P
Of a dread knot a Wizard tied	E
In punishment of maiden's pride	E
In notes of marvel and of fear	I
That best may charm romantic ear	I
For Lucy loves like COLLINS ill starred name	Z
Whose lay's requital was that tardy fame	Z
Who bound no laurel round his living head	E
Should hang it o'er his monument when dead	E
For Lucy loves to tread enchanted strand	E
And thread like him the maze of fairy land	E
Of golden battlements to view the gleam	E2
And slumber soft by some Elysian stream	E2
Such lays she loves and such my Lucy's choice	Q
What other song can claim her Poet's voice	Q
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Canto I	-
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I	-
Where is the maiden of mortal strain	X
That may match with the Baron of Triermain	X
She must be lovely and constant and kind	E
Holy and pure and humble of mind	E
Blithe of cheer and gentle of mood	E
Courteous and generous and noble of blood	E
Lovely as the sun's first ray	I
When it breaks the clouds of an April day	I
Constant and true as the widow'd dove	-
Kind as a minstrel that sings of love	-
Pure as the fountain in rocky cave	-
Where never sunbeam kiss'd the wave	-
Humble as a maiden that loves in vain	X
Holy as a hermit's vesper strain	X
Gentle as a breeze that but whispers and dies	W
Yet blithe as the light leaves that dance in its sighs	W
Courteous as monarch the morn he is crown'd	E
Generous as spring dews that bless the glad ground	E
Noble her blood as the currents that met	E
In the veins of the noblest Plantangenet	E
Such must her form be her mood and her strain	X
That shall match with Sir Roland of Triermain	X
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II	-
Sir Roland de Vaux he hath laid him to sleep	F2
His blood it was fever'd his breathing was deep	F2
He had been pricking against the Scot	E
The foray was long and the skirmish hot	E
His dinted helm and his buckler's plight	E
Bore token of a stubborn fight	E
All in the castle must hold them still	P
Harpers must lull him to his rest	E
With the slow soft tunes he loves the best	E
Till sleep sink down upon his breast	E
Like the dew on a summer hill	P
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III	-
It was the dawn of an autumn day	E
The sun was struggling with a frost fog grey	E
That like a silvery crape was spread	E
Round Skiddaw's dim and distant head	E
And faintly gleam'd each painted pane	X
Of the lordly halls of Triermain	X
When that Baron bold awoke	G2
Starting he woke and loudly did call	P
Rousing his menials in bower and hall	P
While hastily he spoke	G2
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IV	-
'Hearken my minstrels which of ye all	P
Touch'd his harp with that dying fall	P
So sweet so soft so faint	E
It seem'd an angel's whisper'd call	P
To an expiring saint	E
And harken my merry men what time or where	I
Did she pass that maid with her heavenly brow	I
With her look so sweet and her eyes so fair	I
And her graceful step and her angel air	I
And the eagle plume in her dark brown hair	I
That pass'd from my bower e'en now '	-
	-
V	-
Answer'd him Richard de Bretville he	-
Was chief of the Baron's minstrelsy	W
'Silent noble chieftain we	-
Have sat since midnight close	W
When such lulling sounds as the brooklet sings	W
Murmur'd from our melting strings	W
And hush'd you to repose	W
Had a harp note sounded here	I
It had caught my watchful ear	I
Although it fell as faint and shy	-
As bashful maiden's half form'd sigh	-
When she thinks her lover near '	-
Answer'd Philip of Fasthwaite tall	P
He kept guard in the outer hall	P
'Since at eve our	I