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On his face was a smile, but it was not of gladness, 

 For all was within inconsolable sadness. 

 And aye in his eye was the fixt glare of madness, 

 " In the king's private chamber, I'll answer him there." 



x. 



" Tell me, my sovereign, have I been unruly ; 



Have I been ever found out of my place ; 

 Have not I followed thee faithfully, truly, 



Though danger and death stared me full in the face ? 

 Have I been seen from the enemy flying, 

 Have I been wanting in danger most trying ? 

 Oh, if I have, judge me worthy of dying, 



Let me be covered with shame and disgrace ! 



XI. 



" Couldst thou imagine that I should betray thee, 

 I whom thy bounty with friendship has blessed ? 



But the witch gave for answer that my hand should slay thee, 

 'Tis this that for long has deprived me of rest, 



Ever since then have my slumbers been broken, 



But true are the words that the prophet has spoken, 



Nathalocus, now receive this as a token," 



So saying the dagger he plunged in his breast. 



THE DEATH OF SIR JAMES, LORD OF DOUGLAS. 

 Prize Poem, July 1845. 1 JEt. 14. 



"Men may weill wyt, thouch nane thaim tell, 

 How angry for sorow, and how fell, 

 Is to tyne sic a Lord as he 

 To thaim that war off hys mengye." 



Barbour's Bruce, B. XX. i. 507. 



WHERE rich Seville's proud turrets rise 

 A foreign ship at anchor lies; 



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