Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ;Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.” The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, So light to the saddle before her he sprung!— "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII. The monarch o'er the syren hung, Marmion and she were friends of old. The King observed their meeting eyes Strait took he forth the parchment broad, Which Marmion's high commission showed :: "Our Borders sacked by many a raid, XIV. He paused, and led where Douglas stood, I mean that Douglas, sixth of Who coronet of Angus bore, yore, And, when his blood and heart were high, King James's minions led to die On Lauder's dreary flat: Princes and favourites long grew tame, And trembled at the homely name Of Archibald Bell-the-Cat. The same who left the dusky vale Its dungeons, and its towers; Where Bothwell's turrets brave the air, Though now, in age, he had laid down And for a staff his brand, Yet often would flash forth the fire, And even that day, at council board, XV. His giant-form, like ruined tower, Though fallen its muscles' brawny vaunt, Huge-boned, and tall, and grim, and gaunt, |