AND ANGLING SONGS. 23 



LXXX. 



Chief of them all renown'd not least 

 In Border tale of love and feast, 



Fierce wooing and rough wedding, 

 Of sudden raid and stubborn siege, 

 Of wizard-craft and sacrilege, 



Rope, fagot, and blood-shedding, 



LXXXI. 



Rolls Teviot, Opulent in SOng, He enlarges 



on Teviot 



From liquid throat and silver tongue and the rivers 



of the Border 



In the night's list'ning watches land - 



And at the sun-break, ere the dove 

 Mellows the chorus of the grove 



Pouring his ballad snatches. 



LXXXII. 



And ever from his joyous moutn 



When heaven's breath ambles from the south, 



Flow measures light and airy, 

 Responsive of those spirit-sounds 

 That link with Roxburgh's dreamy mounds 



The revels of the fairy. 



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LXXXII I. 



A river opulent in sport 



Not less than song the choice resort 



And watchword of its lovers ; 

 Whose every stretch and turn abound 

 In scaly life, and all around 



The feather'd fills the covers. 



