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THE LADY OF THE LAKE.
CANTO IV.
"And, Richard, if our lot be hard,
And lost thy native land,
Still Alice has her own Richard,
And he his Alice Brand."—
And lost thy native land,
Still Alice has her own Richard,
And he his Alice Brand."—
XIII.
Ballad continued.
'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good green wood,
So blithe Lady Alice is singing;
On the beech's pride, and the oak's brown side,
Lord Richard's axe is ringing.
Ballad continued.
'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good green wood,
So blithe Lady Alice is singing;
On the beech's pride, and the oak's brown side,
Lord Richard's axe is ringing.
Up spoke the moody Elfin king,
Who won'd within the hill,—
Like wind in the porch of a ruined church,
His voice was ghostly shrill.
Who won'd within the hill,—
Like wind in the porch of a ruined church,
His voice was ghostly shrill.
"Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak,
Our moon-light circle's screen?
Our moon-light circle's screen?
