...Can nought but blood our feud atone? Are there no means?" — "No, Stranger, nons ! And hear — to fire thy flagging zeal—- The Saxon cause rests on...the living and the dead: * Who spills the foremost foemari's life^ His party conquers in the strife." •"Then, by my word," the Saxon said, 44 The riddle...

...preserved, " A better meed have well deserved. " Can nought but blood our feud atone ? " And hear! to fire thy flagging zeal, " The Saxon cause rests on thy steel! " For thus spoke Fate, by prophet hred, " Between the living and the dead : " ' Who spills the foremost foeman's life, " ' His party...

...Can nought but blood our feud atone ? Are there no means ?" •' No, Stranger, none! And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal,— The Saxon cause rests on thy steel ; For thus spoke Fate hy prophet bred Between the living and the dead ; " Who spills the foremost foeman's life, His party...

...Can nought but blood our fend atonf. 1 Are there no means?" " No, Stranger, none! And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests...spills the foremost foeman's life, His party conquers m the strife." — " Then, by my word," the Saxon said, " The riddle is already read. Seek yonder brake...

...Can nought but blood our feud atone ? Are there no means ? "—" No, stranger, none ! And here—to fire thy flagging zeal— The Saxon cause rests on...beneath the cliff— There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. Thus Fate has solved her prophecy, Then yield to Fate, and not to me. To James, at Stirling,...

...nought but blood our feud atone ? Are there no means ? " — " No, stranger, none ! And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests...foeman's life, His party conquers in the strife.' " — 4 " Then, by my word," the Saxon said, " The riddle is already read. Seek yonder brake beneath...

...Can nought but blood our fend atone 1 Are there no means 1 " " No, Stranger, none ! And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests...beneath the cliff, — There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. Thus Fate has solved her prophecy, Then yield to Fate, and not to me. To James, at Stirling,...

...nought but blood our feud atone ? Are there no means ? " — " No, Stranger, none ! And here, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests...beneath the cliff, — There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. Thus Fate has solved her prophecy, Then yield to Fate, and not to me. To James, at Stirling,...

...Can nought but blood our feud atone ? Are there no means?" — "No, stranger, none ! And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests...beneath the cliff, — There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Whose brazen studs and tough bull-hide Had death so often dashed aside...

...nought but blood our feud atone Î Are there no means ? " — " No, Stranger, none! And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — The Saxon cause rests...beneath the cliff,— There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. Thus Fate hath solved her prophecy, Then yield to Fate, and not to me. To James, at Stirling,...