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Till lovely Isolde's lily hand
With gentle hand and soothing tongue,
And, while she o'er his sick-bed hung,
O fatal was the gift, I ween!
Their loves, their woes, the gifted bard
Where lords, and knights, and ladies bright, In gay confusion strove.
The Garde Joyeuse, amid the tale,
Brengwain was there, and Segramore,
And fiend-born Merlin's gramarye; Of that fam'd wizard's mighty lore,
O who could sing but he?
Through many a maze the winning song
Till bent at length the list'ning throng
His ancient wounds their scars expand;
She comes, she comes! like flash of flame
She comes, she comes! she only came
She saw him die her latest sigh
There paus'd the harp; its ling'ring sound,
The silent guests still bent around,
Then woe broke forth in raurmurs weak
On Leader's stream, and Learmont's tow'r,
Each warrior sought repose.
Lord Douglas, in his lofty tent,
Dream'd o'er the woeful tale;
He starts, he wakes:-"What, Richard, ho
What vent rous wight, at dead of night,
Then forth they rushed: by Leader's tide,
A hart and hind pace side by side,
Beneath the moon, with gesture proud,
To Learmont's tow'r a message sped,
First he woxe pale, and then woxe red
Never a word he spake but three ;"My sand is run; my thread is spun; This sign regardeth me."
The Elfin harp his neck around,
And on the wind, in doleful sound,
Then forth he went; yet turn'd him oft
On the grey tow'r, in lustre soft,
And Leader's waves, like silver sheen,
"The scene of pleasure, pomp, or pow'r,
"To Learmont's name no foot of earth
All as he turn'd him roun'-
The hart and hind approach'd the place,
Lord Douglas leap'd on his berry-brown steed,
But, though he rode with lightning speed,
Some said to hill, and some to glen,
"The blessings of the evil Genii, which are curses, were upon Eastern Tale.
This ballad was written at the request of MR LEWIS, to be in serted in his Tales of Wonder." It is the third in a series of four balla is, on the subject of Elementary Spirits. The story is, however, partly historical; for it is recorded, that, during the struggles of the Latin kingdom of Jerusalem, a knizht-templar, ca led Saint Alban, dese ted to the Saracens, and defeated the Christians in many combats, till he was finally routed and slain, in a conflict with King Baldwin, under the walls of Jerusalem.]
BOLD knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear,
O see you that castle, so strong and so high?
"Now palmer, grey palmer, O tell unto me,
A fair chain of gold 'mie er ringlets there hung;
"Oh palmer, grey palmer, this chain be thy fee,
"O palmer, good palmer, by Galilee's wave,
O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ?"—
"O lady, fair lady, the tree green it TOWS;
"The green boughs they wither, the thunderbolt falls,
O she's ta'en a horse, should be fleet at her speed;
Small thought had Count Albert on fair Rosalie,
Three things must thou do ere I hearken to thee: Our laws and our worship on thee shalt thou take; And this thou shalt first do for Zulema's sake.
"And, next, in the cavern, where burns evermore The mystical flame which the Curdmans adore, Alone, and in silence, three nights shalt thou wake; And this thou shalt next do for Zulema's sake.
And, last, thou shalt aid us with council and hand, To drive the Frank robber from Palestine's land; For my lord and my love then Count Albert I'll take When all this is accomplish'd for Zulema's sake."He has thrown by his helmet and cross-handled sword, Renouncing his knighthood, denying his Lord; He has ta en the green caftan, and turban put on, For the love of the maiden of fair Lebanon.
And in the dread cavern, deep deep under ground, Which fifty steel gates and steel portals surround, He has watch'd until day-break, but sight saw he none, Save the flame burning bright on its altar of stone.
Amaz'd was the princess, the soldan amaz'd,