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Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto Third (1805)

How could I name love's very name,
Nor wake my heart to notes of flame!
II.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
III.
So thought Lord Cranstoun, as I ween,
While, pondering deep the tender scene,
He rode through Branksome's hawthorn green.
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Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto Third (1805)

Lie senseless as the bloody clay,
He bade his page to stanch the wound,
And there beside the warrior stay,
And tend him in his doubtful state,
And lead him to Branksome castle-gate:
His noble mind was inly moved
For the kinsman of the maid he loved.
"This shalt thou do without delay:
No longer here myself may stay:
Unless the swifter I speed away,
Short shrift will be at my dying day."
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Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto Third (1805)

With the Borderer's curdled gore;
A moment then the volume spread,
And one short spell therein he read.
It had much of glamour [1] might,
Could make a ladye seem a knight;
The cobwebs on a dungeon wall,
Seem tapestry in lordly hall;
A nut-shell seem a gilded barge,
A sheeling [2] seem a palace large,
And youth seem age, and age seem youth—
All was delusion, nought was truth.
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