"Hae I left kith an' kin, Sir Knight, To turn about and rue ? Hae I shar'd win' an' weet wi' thee, "There's gowd an' siller in this han' "Tho' thou'rt an outlaw frae this lan', The warl's braid an' wide; Make room, make room, my merry men, For young Sir Arthur's bride!" HEW AINSLIE. The Fugitives I. THE waters are flashing, The whirlwind is rolling, The thunder is tolling, The forest is swinging, The minster bells ringing- The earth is like ocean, II. “Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale A bold pilot I trow, Who shall follow us now,"- And she cried: "Ply the oar! As she spoke, bolts of death And from isle, tower and rock, III. "And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou ? And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ? And drive we not free O'er the terrible sea, I and thou?” One boat-cloak did cover The loved and the lover Their blood beats one measure, ; While around the lashed ocean, IV. In the court of the fortress Like a bloodhound well beaten On the topmost watch-turret, And with curses as wild As e'er clung to child, The best, loveliest, and last Of his name! P. B. SHELLEY. The Rose and the Fair Lily ≈ THE Earlsburn Glen is gay and green, And blythely blume on Earlsburn bank Twa sisters gaed up Earlsburn Glen Twa maidens bricht o' blee— The tane she was the Rose sae red, "Ye mauna droop and dwyne, sister Said Rose to fair Lilye "Yer heart ye mauna brek, sister--For ane that's ower the sea; "The vows we sillie maidens hear Are as the words the waves wash out "I mauna think yer speech is sooth," Saft answered the Lilye; "I winna dout mine ain gude knicht Tho' he's ayont the sea!" Then scornfully the Rose sae red Spake to the puir Lilye— "The vows he feigned at thy bouir door, He plicht in mine to me!" "I'll hame and spread the sheets, sister, And deck my bed sae hie The bed sae wide made for a bride "Your weird I sal na be, sister, Earlsburn Glen is green to see, Earlsburn water cleir Of the siller birk in Earlsburn Wood There's a lonely dame in a gudely bouir, That dame was ance the Rose sae red, A knicht aft looks frae his turret tall, |