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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto 6 (excerpt)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[ROSABELLE]6-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O listen, listen, ladies gay!<br>No haughty feat of arms I tell;<br>Soft is the note, and sad the lay,<br>That mourns the lovely Rosabelle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!<br>And, gentle ladye, deign to stay,<br>Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,<br>Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The blackening wave is edg'd with white:<br>To inch and rock the sea-mews fly;<br>The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite,<br>Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Last night the gifted Seer did view<br>A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay;<br>Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch:<br>Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?&quot;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir<br>To-night at Roslin leads the ball,<br>But that my ladye-mother there<br>Sits lonely in her castle-hall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Tis not because the ring they ride,<br>And Lindesay at the ring rides well,<br>But that my sire the wine will chide,<br>If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle.&quot;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er Roslin all that dreary night<br>A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam;<br>'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light,<br>And redder than the bright moon-beam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It glar'd on Roslin's castled rock,<br>It ruddied all the copse-wood glen;<br>'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak,<br>And seen from cavern'd Hawthorn-den.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud,<br>Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie,<br>Each Baron, for a sable shroud,<br>Sheath'd in his iron panoply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seem'd all on fire, within, around,<br>Deep sacristy and altar's pale,<br>Shone every pillar foliage-bound,<br>And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blaz'd battlement and pinnet high,<br>Blaz'd every rose-carved buttress fair--<br>So still they blaze when fate is nigh<br>The lordly line of high St. Clair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold<br>Lie buried within that proud chapelle;<br>Each one the holy vault doth hold--<br>But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And each St. Clair was buried there,<br>With candle, with book, and with knell;<br>But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung<br>The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q>
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O listen, listen, ladies gay!
No haughty feat of arms I tell;
Soft is the note, and sad the lay,
That mourns the lovely Rosabelle.

&quot;Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!
And, gentle ladye, deign to stay,
Rest thee in Castle R..."></div>
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