,344 POJ::IIS o• OB4.B.ACTBB, AND JllliCKLL,Ufi!OUS.
He deem'd 11he shuduer'd at the sight
Of warriors met !or mortal fight•
But e&tllle of te.rror , all ungu-t,
Waa Buttering in her gentle breast,
When, in their chairs of crimson placed,
The Dame and abe the warriol"ll graced.
Soorr.t~t Jut llintirtl
TID way was long, the wind was cold,
The Minstrel was infirm and old ;
Hie witber'd cheek, and treaaea grey,
Seem'd to have known a better day;
The harp, his aole remaining joy,
Was carried by an orphan boy.
The hat o! all the bards w11s he 1
Who aung of .Border chivalry ;
For, well·a--day I tbeir date waa fie~
Hill tuneful brethren all were dead ;
And he, neglected and oppreaat,
Wisb'd to be with them, and at rest.
No mor~
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on prancing palfrey borne,
He carou'cl, light as l&rk at morn ;
No longer courted and caresat,
H igh placed in hall, a welcome guest,
H e pour'd, to lord and lady gay,
The unpremeditated lay:
Old times were changed, old mannert gone ;
· A stranger fill'd the Stunrta' throne;
The bigots of the iron time
Had call'd bill harmless art a erime.
A wanderin~ barpl'r, acorn'd and poor,
He begg'd h111 bread from door to door ;
And tuned, to please a peasant's ear,
The harp a king bad loved to bear... .....
Hueh'd ill the ba~tbe M.in.atrel gone.
And did he wander forth alone 1
Alone, in indigence and age,
To linger out hill pilgrim.age I
No; close beneath P-roud Newark's tower,
.bose the Minatrela lowly bower;