POETRY OF SIR WALTER SCOTT, Published in the Border Minstrelsy. THOMAS THE RHYMER.1 WHEN Seven years more were come and gone, Then all by bonny Coldingknow," The Leader, rolling to the Tweed, They roused the deer from Caddenhead, To distant Torwoodlee." 'This is the Third Part of the ancient poem so entitled; but, being the production of Sir Walter Scott, it is included in the present edition.— AM. PUB. Ruberslaw and Dunyon, are two hills near Jedburgh. An ancient tower near Ercildoune, belonging to a family of the name of Home. One of Thomas's prophecies is said to have run thus: "Vengeance! vengeance! when and where? On the house of Coldingknow, now and ever mair!" The spot is rendered classical by its having given name to the beautiful melody called the Broom o' the Cowdenknows. 4 Ensenzie-War-cry, or gathering word. Torwoodlee and Caddenhead are places in Selkirkshire; both the property of Mr. Pringle of Torwoodlee. The feast was spread in Ercildoune, In Learmont's high and ancient hall: Nor lacked they, while they sat at dine, Nor goblets of the blood-red wine, True Thomas rose, with harp in hand, (In minstrel strife, in Fairy Land, The elfin harp he won.) Hush'd were the throng, both limb and tongue, And armed lords lean'd on their swords, In numbers high, the witching tale The prophet pour'd along; Yet fragments of the lofty strain He sung King Arthur's Table Round: The Warrior of the Lake; How courteous Gawaine met the wound," And bled for ladies' sake. But chief, in gentle Tristrem's praise, Was none excell'd in Arthur's days, 'Quaighs-Wooden cups, composed of staves hooped together. 2 See introduction to this ballad. See, in the Fabliaux of Mousieur le Grand, elegantly translated by the ate Gregory Way, Esq., the tale of the Knight and the Sword. For Marke, his cowardly uncle's right, When fierce Morholde he slew in fight, No art the poison might withstand; Till lovely Isolde's lily hand Had probed the rankling wound. With gentle hand and soothing tongue And, while she o'er his sick-bed hung, O fatal was the gift, I ween! The maid must be rude Cornwall's queen, Their loves, their woes, the gifted bard, Where lords, and knights, and ladies bright, The Garde Joyeuse, amid the tale, In all its wonders spread. Brangwain was there, and Segramore, Through many a maze the winning song Till bent at length the listening throng His ancient wounds their scars expand, She comes! she comes!-like flash of flame Can lovers' footsteps fly: She comes! she comes! To see her Tristrem die. she only came She saw him die; her latest sigh There paused the harp: its lingering sound Died slowly on the ear; The silent guests still bent around, For still they seem'd to hear. Then woe broke forth in murmurs weak: But, half ashamed, the rugged cheek On Leader's stream, and Learmont's tower, The mists of evening close; In camp, in castle, or in bower, Lord Douglas, in his lofty tent, Dream'd o'er the woeful tale; When footsteps light, across the bent, He starts, he wakes;- "What, Richard, ho! Arise, my page, arise! What venturous wight, at dead of night, Dare step where Douglas lies!". A hart and hind pace side by side, Beneath the moon, with gesture proud, Nor scare they at the gathering crowd, To Learmont's tower a message sped, First he woxe pale, and then woxe red; The elfin harp his neck around, In minstrel guise, he hung; And on the wind, in doleful sound, Its dying accents rung. Then forth he went; yet turn'd him oft On the grey tower, in lustre soft, And Leader's waves, like silver sheen, 'Selcouth-Wondrous. 2 An ancient seat upon the Tweed, in Selkirkshire. In a popular edition of the first part of Thomas the Rhymer, the Fairy Queen thus addresses him: Gin ye wad meet wi' me again, Gang to the bonny banks of Fairnalie." [Fairnilee is now one of the seats of Mr. Pringle of Clifton, M. P. for Selkirkshire, 1833.] |