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III. THE HOSTEL, OR INN.
Glances beneath his cow]!
Endure that sullen scowl.”
But Marmion, as to chase the awe
Now called upon a squire :“ Fitz-Eustace, know'st thou not some lay, · To speed the lingering night away?
We slumber by the fire.”
VIII. “ So please you,” thus the youth rejoined, “ Our choicest minstrel's left behind.
Ill may we hope to please your ear,
A deep and mellow voice he had, The air he chose was wild and sad; Such have I heard, in Scottish land, Rise from the busy harvest band,
When falls before the mountaineer,
Whom the fates sever
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,
Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die, Under the willow.
CHORUS. Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow.
There, through the summer day,
Cool streams are laving ;
Scarce are boughs waving ;
Parted for ever,
He, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden's breast,
Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle, With groans of the dying.
CHORUS. Eleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying.
Her wing shall the eagle flap,
Oer the false-hearted;
Ere life be parted.
By his grave ever ; Blessing shall hallow it,
Never, O never.
Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never.