Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott
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"The heart that has for honour beat by bliss must be repaid. -
My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair, For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair." And then they bound the holy knot before Saint Mary's shrine, That makes a paradise on earth, if hearts and hands combine; And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there Cried, "Honoured be the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair!" THE TROUBADOUR. FROM THE SAME COLLECTION. [1815.] Glowing with love, on fire for fame A Troubadour that hated sorrow Beneath his lady's window came, And thus he sung his last good-morrow: "My arm it is my country's right, My heart is in my true-love's bower; Gaily for love and fame to fight Befits the gallant Troubadour." And while he marched with helm on head And harp in hand, the descant rung, As faithful to his favourite maid, The minstrel-burden still he sung: "My arm it is my country's right, My heart is in my lady's bower; |
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