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ward way. 'Holy or not, or right or wrong, Thy altar and its rights I spurn; Not sainted martyrs' sainted song, Not God Himself shall make me turn!' He spurs his horse, he winds his horn, 'Hark forward, forward, holla, ho!' But off on whirlwind's pinions borne, The stag, the hut, the hermit go. And horse, and man, and horn, and hound, And clamour of the chase was gone; For hoofs, and howls, and bugle sound, A deadly silence reign'd alone. Wild gazed the affrighted Earl around; He strove in vain to wake his horn; In vain to call; for not a sound Could from his anxious lips be borne. He listens for his trusty hounds; No distant baying reach'd his ears; His courser, rooted to the ground, The quickening spur unmindful bears. Still dark and darker frown the shades, Dark, as the darkness of the grave; And not a sound the still invades, Save what a distant torrent gave. High o'er the sinner's humbled head At length the solemn silence broke; And from a cloud of swarthy red, The awful voice of thunder spoke, 'Oppressor of creation fair! Apostate spirits' harden'd tool! Scorner of God, scourge of the poor! The measure of thy cup is full. 'Be chas'd forever through the wood: Forever roam the affrighted wild; And let thy fate instruct the proud, God's meanest creature is His child.' Twas hush'd: one flash of sombre glare With yellow tinged the forest's brown; Up rose the Wildgrave's bristling hair, And horror chill'd each nerve and bone. Cold pour'd the sweat in freezing rill; A rising wind began to sing; A louder, louder, louder still, Brought storm and tempest on its wing. Earth heard the call; her entrails rend; From yawning rifts, with many a yell, Mix'd with sulphureous flames, ascend The misbegotten dogs of hell. What ghastly huntsman next arose, Well may I guess, but dare not tell; His eye like midnight lightning glows, His steed the swarthy hue of hell. The Wildgrave flies o'er bush and thorn, With many a shriek of helpless woe; Behind him hound, and horse, and horn; And 'Hark away, and holla, ho!' _Sir W. Scott_ CII _TO DAFFODILS_ Fair daffodils, we weep to see
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