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The Lady of the Lake
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XXXII.
’Thou warn’st me I have done amiss,—
I should have earlier looked to this;
I lost it in this bustling day.—
Retrace with speed thy former way;
Spare not for spoiling of thy steed,
The best of mine shall be thy meed.
Say to our faithful Lord of Mar,
We do forbid the intended war;
Roderick this morn in single fight
Was made our prisoner by a knight,
And Douglas hath himself and cause
Submitted to our kingdom’s laws.
The tidings of their leaders lost
Will soon dissolve the mountain host,
Nor would we that the vulgar feel,
For their Chief’s crimes, avenging steel.
Bear Mar our message, Braco, fly!’
He turned his steed,—’My liege, I hie,
Yet ere I cross this lily lawn
I fear the broadswords will be drawn.’
The turf the flying courser spurned,
And to his towers the King returned.
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Chicago:
Walter Scott, "32," The Lady of the Lake, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in The Lady of the Lake (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed July 18, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=49CRY3Z6JH168SE.
MLA:
Scott, Walter. "32." The Lady of the Lake, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in The Lady of the Lake, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 18 Jul. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=49CRY3Z6JH168SE.
Harvard:
Scott, W, '32' in The Lady of the Lake, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, The Lady of the Lake, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 18 July 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=49CRY3Z6JH168SE.
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