When her blue eyes their secret told, XXIX. And now, fair dames, methinks I see Your waving locks ye backward throw, And how the Knight, with tender fire, But never, never cease to love; And how she blush'd, and how she sigh'd, And said that she would die a maid;- XXX. Alas! fair dames, your hopes are vain! Its lightness would my age reprove: I may not, must not, sing of love. XXXI. Beneath an oak, moss'd o'er by eld, And held his crested helm and spear. Through all the Border, far and near. A leap, of thirty feet and three, And lighted at Lord Cranstoun's knee. But where he rode one mile, the Dwarf ran four, XXXII. Use lessens marvel, it is said: This elvish Dwarf with the Baron stayed; Little he ate, and less he spoke, Nor mingled with the menial flock : And oft apart his arms he toss'd, And often mutter'd "Lost! lost! lost!" 1 See Appendix, Note S. He was waspish, arch, and litherlie,1 An it had not been for his ministry. 1 [The idea of the imp domesticating himself with the first person he met, and subjecting himself to that one's authority, is perfectly consonant to old opinions. Ben Jonson, in his play of "The Devil is an Ass," has founded the leading incident of that comedy upon this article of the popular creed. A fiend, styled Pug, is ambitious of figuring in the world, and petitions his superior for permission to exhibit himself upon earth. The devil grants him a day-rule, but clogs it with this condition, "Satan-Only thus more, I bind you To serve the first man that you meet; and him It is observable that, in the same play, Pug alludes to the spareness of his diet. Mr. Scott's goblin, though "waspish, arch, and litherlie," proves a faithful and honest retainer to the lord, into whose service he had introduced himself. This sort of inconsistency seems also to form a prominent part of the diabolic character. Thus, in the romances of the Round Table, we find Merlin, the son of a devil, exerting himself most zealously in the cause of virtue and of religion, the friend and counsellor of King Arthur, the chastiser of wrongs, and the scourge of the infidels.] XXXIII. For the Baron went on pilgrimage, But the Ladye of Branksome gather'd a band They were three hundred spears and three. And cursed Lord Cranstoun's Goblin-Page. XXXIV. And now, in Branksome's good green wood, The Baron's courser pricks his ears, As if a distant noise he hears. The Dwarf waves his long lean arm on high, 1 See Appendix, Note T. 2 See notes on the Douglas Tragedy in the Minstrelsy, vol. iii. p. 3.-ED. And signs to the lovers to part and fly; WHILE thus he pour'd the lengthen❜d tale, 1 Wood-pigeon. |