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O ftop, she cried, O ftop thy arm!
Thou doft thy brother Nay! And here the Hermit paus'd and wept:
His tongue no more could say.
At length he cried, Ye lovely pair,
How shall I tell the rest ?
It fell and stabb'd her breaft.
Were thou thyself that hapless youth?
Ah! cruel fate! they said :
They figh’d; he hung his head.
O blind and jealous rage, he cried,
What evils from thee flow. The Hermit paus’d; they silent mourn'd;
He wept, and they were woe.
Ah! when I heard
brother's name, And saw my lady bleed, I rav’d, I wept, I curst my arm
That wrought the fatal deed.
In vain I clafp'd her to my breaft,
And clos'd the ghaftly wound; In vain I press’d his bleeding corse,
And rais'd it from the ground.
My brother, alas ! spake never more ;
His precious life was flown.
Regardless of her own.
BERTRAM, she said, be comforted,
And live to think on me. May we in heaven that union prove,
BERTRAM, she said, I still was true ;
Thou only hadft my heart: May we hereafter meet in bliss;
We now, alas ! must part.
For thee I left my father's hall,
And flew to thy relief,
I met a Scottish chief.
Lord Malcolm's son, whose proffer'd love
I had refus'd with scorn;
Upon that fatal morn;
And in these dreary hated walls
He kept me close confind;
To win me to his mind.
Each rising morn increas'd my pain,
Each night increas'd my fear; When, wandering in this northern garb,
Thy brother found me here,
He quickly form'd this brave design
To set me, captive, free;
Ty'd to a neighbouring tree.
Then haste, my love, escape away,
And for thyself provide ;
Who should have been thy bride.
Thus pouring comfort on my soul,
Even with her latest breath,
In wild amaze, in speechless woe,
Devoid of sense I lay;
Then sudden all in frantic mood
I meant myself to slay.
And, rising up in furious hafte,
I seiz'd the bloody brand : A sturdy arm here interpos’d, And wrench'd it from
A crowd that from the castle came
Had miss'd their lovely ward; And seizing me, to prison bare,
And deep in dungeon barr'd.
It chanc'd that on that very morn
Their chief was prisoner ta'en : Lord Percy had us foon exchang'd,
And strove to footh my pain.