Chiding the rocks that yell'd again. 



See Stumah, who, the bier beside, 

 His master's corpse with wonder eyed, 

 Poor Stumah ! whom his least halloo 

 Could send like lightning o'er the dew, 

 Bristles his crest, and points his ears, 

 As if some stranger step he hears. 



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The Monarch saw the gambols flag, 

 And bade let loose a gallant stag, 

 Whose pride, the holiday to crown, 

 Two favourite greyhounds should pull down, 

 That venison free, and Bordeaux wine, 

 Might serve the archery to dine. 

 But Lufra, — whom from Douglas' side 

 Nor bribe nor threat could e'er divide, 

 The fleetest hound in all the North, — 

 Brave Lufra saw, and darted forth. 

 She left the royal hounds mid-way, 

 And dashing on the antler'd prey, 

 Sunk her sharp muzzle in his flank, 

 And deep the flowing life-blood drank. 

 The King's stout huntsman saw the sport 

 By strange intruder broken short, 

 Came up, and, with his leash unbound, 

 In anger struck the noble hound. 

 — The Douglas had endured, that morn, 

 The King's cold look, the nobles' scorn, 



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