P'r-j-RT. 



THE GHOST OF RENTONHALLJ 

 OR A TALE OF OTHER TIMES. 



Fcr the Bit. 



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" Weep, Ellen, till your e*es run dry, 



" Your valiant lover's slain ; 

 '• From tilt and tournament he'll ne'er 

 " A conq'ror come again." 



* Ah ! is he gone ? the flow'r of youth ! 

 • And did you see him fall ? 



'* Yes, and around bis grave doth fleet 



" The ghost of Rentonhall. 

 II 

 *' When Percy with his hostile bands 



" Did sack fair Tweeda's dale, 

 " Young Renton fought, till all his foes 



" In heaps around him fell. 

 " Now he is dead and many a svi^ain 



" Lamenteth for his fall ; 

 " Dim are his eyes, ?nd o'er him screams 



" Tiie ghost of Rentonhall." 

 Ill 

 <^ His face was like the nocn-day sun 



' In majesty so fair; 



* And as tine burnUh'd threads of gold 

 ' Did hang his yellow lisir. 



* His &ape was like the mountain pine^ 

 ' So graceful and so tall j 



* .J'U go and mourn o'er him, nor fear 



* The ghost of Rentonhall. 



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* His rising fame inflam'd the court, 

 ' That base and venal train, 



' And they did vow, with one consent, 



* To have him sudden slain. 



* 'Tis tortuows envy that has made 

 ' My valiant lover fall, 



* And laid him in the /hade, where stalks 

 * The ghost of Rentonhall. 



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Dark was the hour; the m'dn'ght moon 



Had hid her silver beam ; 

 And through the woods, as Ellen went. 



The birds cf prey did screim j 

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