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What lack I, vengeance to conimani,
But of stanch comrades such a band?
This Denzil, vow'd to ev'ry evil,
Might read a lesson to the devil.
Well, be it sol each knave and fool
Shall serve as my revenge's tool.”-
Aloud, ** I take thy proffer, Guy,
But tell me where thy comrades lie?"-
“Not far from hence," Guy Denzil said;
6.Descend, and cross the river's bed,
Where rises yonder cliff so grey."
“Do thou," said Bertram, "lead the way."
Then mutter'd, " It is best make sure;
Guy Denzil's faith was never pure.”
He follow'd down the steep descent,
Then through the Greta's streams they went:
And, when they reach'd the farther shore,
They stood the lonely cliff before.



With wonder Bertram heard within
The flinty rock a murmur'd din;
But when Guy pulld the wilding spray,
And brambles, from its base away,
He saw, appearing to the air,
A little entrance, low and square,
Like op'ning cell of hermit lone,
Dark, winding through the living stone.
Here enter'd Denzil, Bertram here;
And loud and louder on their ear,
As from the bowels of the earth,
Resounded shouts of boist'rous mirth.
Of old, the cavern strait and rude,
In slaty rock the peasant hew'd;
And Brignall's woods, and Scargill's.vate,
E'en now, o'er many a sister cave,
Where, far within the darksome-rift,
The wedge and lever ply their thrift,
But war had silenc'd rural trade,
And the deserted mine was made
The banquet-hall and fortress too,
Of Denzil and his desp'rate crew.-
There Guilt his anxious revel kept;
There, on his sordid pallet, slept
Guilt-born Excess, the goblet drain'd
Still in his slumb'ring grasp retain'd;

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Regret was there, his eye still cast
With vain repining on the past;
Among the feasters waited near
Sorrow, and unrepentant Fear,
And Blasphemy, to frenzy driv'n,
With his own crimes reproaching heav'ry,
While Bertram show'd, amid the crew
The Master-Fiend that Milton drew.


Hark! the loud revel wakes again,
To greet the leader of the train.
Behold the group by the pale lamp,
That struggles with the earthy damp.
By what strange features Vice has known,
To single out and mark her own!
Yet some there are, whose brows retain
Less deeply stamp'd her brand and stain.
See yon pale stripling! when a boy,
A mother's pride, a father's joy!
Now, 'gainst the vault's rude walls reclin',
An early image fills his mind:
The cottage, once his sire's, he sees,
Embower'd upon the banks of Tees;
He views sweet Winston's woodland scones,
And shares the dance on Gainford-grecht
A tear is springing but the zest
Of some wild tale, or brutal jest,
Hath to loud laughter stirr'd the rest.
On him they call, the aptest mate
For jovial song and merry feat;
Fast flies his dream-with dauntless air,
As one victorious o'er Despair,
He bids the ruddy cup go round,
Till sense and sorrow both are drown'd;
And soon, in merry wassail, he,
The life of all their revelry,
Peals his loud song!--The muse has found
Her blossoms on the wildest ground,
'Mid noxious weeds at random strew'd,
Themselves all profitiess and rude.-
With desp’rate merriment he sung,
The cavern to the chorus rung;
Yet mingled with his reckless glee
Remorse's bitter agony.

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0, Brignall banks are wild and fair,

And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there,

Would grace a summer queen.
And as I rode by Dalton-hall,

Beneath the turrets high,
A maiden on the castle wall
Was singing merrily,-

40, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,

And Greta woods are green;
I'd rather rove with Edmund there,

Than reign our English-queen.".
* If, Maiden, thou wouldst-wend with me

To leave both tow'r and town,
Thou first must guess what life lead wo,

That dwell by dale and down?
And if thou canst that riddle read,

As read full well you may,
Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed,
As blithe as Queen of May.”

Yet sung she, “Brignall banks are fair,

And Greta woods are green;
I'd rather rove with Edmund there,
Than reign our English queen.

"I read you, by your bugle-horn,

And by your palfrey good,
I read you for a ranger sworn,

To keep the king's greenwood,"-
"A Ranger, lady, winds his horn,

And 'tis at peep of light;
His blast is heard at merry morn,
And mine at dead of night.”-

et sung she, "Brignall banks are fair,

And Greta woods are gay;
would I were with Edmund there,
Io creign bis. Queen of May!

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“With burnish'd brand and musketoor

So gallantly you come,
I read you for a bold Dragoon,

That lists the tuck of drum."
"I list no more the tuck of drum,

No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My comrades take the spear.

"And, 01 though Brignall banks be fair,

And Greta woods be gay,
Yet mickle must the maiden dare,

Would reign my Queen of May

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"Maident a nameless life I lead,

A nameless death I'll die;
The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead

Were better mate than II
And when I'm with my comrades meto.

Beneath the greenwood bough,
What once we were we all forget,
Nor think what we are now.

Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,

And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there

Would grace a summer queen."
When Edmund ceased his simple song,
Was silence on the sullen throng,
Till wak'd some ruder mate their glea
With note of coarser minstrelsy.
But, far apart, in dark divan,
Denzil and Bertram many a plan,
Of import foul and fierce, design'd.
While still on Bertram's grasping mind
The wealth of murder'd Mortham hung;.
Though half he fear'd his daring tongue,
When it should give his wishes birth,
Might raise a spectre from the earthi

At length his wondrous tale he toid:
When, scornful, smil'd his comrade bold;

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Neymuram '

For, train'd in licence of a court,
Religion's self was Denzil's sport:
Ihen judge in what contempt he held
The visionary tales of eld!
His awe for Bertram scarce repress'd
The unbeliever's sneering jest.
*'Twere hard," he said, "for sage or seer
To'spell the subject of your fear;
Nor do I boast the art renown'd,
Vision and omen to expound,
Yet, faith if I must needs afford
To spectre watching treasur'd hoard,
As ban-dog kccps his master's roof,
Bidding the plund'rer stand aloof,
This doubt remains-thy goblin gaunt
Hath chosen ill his ghostly haunt;
For why his guard on Mortham hold,
When Kokeby castle hath the gold
Thy patron won on Indian soil,
By stealth, by piracy, and spoil?"-

At this he pausid--for angry shame
Lower'd on the brow of Risingham.
He blush'd to think, that he should seem
Assertor of an airy dream,
And gave his wrath another theme.
" Denzil,” he says, “though lowly laid,
Wrong not the mem'ry of the dead;
For, while he liv'd, at Mortham's look
Thy very soul, Guy Denzil, shook!
And when he tax'd thy breach of word
To yon fair rosc of Allenford,
I saw thce crouch like chasten'd hound,
Whose back the huntsman's lash hath found.
Nor dare to call his forcign wealth
The spoil of piracy or stealth;
He won it bravely with his brand,
When Spain way'd wartare with our land.
Mark, toom] brvok no illc jcer,
Nor couple Beriran's name with fear;
Mine is but half the demon's lot,
For I believe, but tremble not,-
Enough of this.-Say, why this hoard
Thou deem'st at Rokeby castle stor’d;
Or think'st that Murtham wouid bestuw
His treasure with his faction's fue?"

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