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On the right, Striden-edge round the
Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was
defending, One huge nameless rock in the
front was ascending, When I marked the sad spot
where the wanderer had died.
Dark green was that spot ’mid the
brown mountain heather, Where the Pilgrim of Nature lay
stretched in decay, Like the corpse of an outcast aban
doned to weather, Till the mountain-winds wasted
the tenantless clay. Nor yet quite deserted, though lone
ly extended, For, faithful in death, his mute
favorite attended, The much-loved remains of her
master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the
Far adown the long aisle sacred
music is streaming, Lamenting a Chief of the People
should fall. But meeter for thee, gentle lover of
nature, To lay down thy head like the
meek mountain lamb, When, wildered, he drops from
some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side
of his dam. And more stately thy couch by this
desert lake lying, Thy obsequies sung by the gray
plover flying, With one faithfw friend but to wit
ness thy dying, In the arins of IIelvellyn and Catchedicam.
MEN have done brave deeds,
And bards have sug them well: I of good George Nidiver
Now the tale will tell.
How long didst thou think that his
silence was slumber? When the wind waved his gar
ment, how oft didst thou
start? How many long «lays and long weeks
didst thou number, Ere he faded before thee, the
friend of thy heart? And, oh, was it meet, that, no re
quiem reail o'er him, No mother to weep, and no friend to
deplore him, And thou, little guardian, alone
stretched before him, Unhonored the Pilgrim from life
In Californian mountains
A hunter bold was he:
As any you should see.
Followed him everywhere, Eager to share the hunter's joy,
The hunter's meal to share.
When a Prince to the fate of the
Peasant las yielded, The tapestry waves dark round
the dim-lighted hall; With scutcheons of silver the coffin
is shielded, And pages stand mute by the can
opied pall: Through the courts, at deep mid
night, the torches are gleam
ing; In the proudly-arched chapel the
banners are beaming;
And when the bird or deer
Fell by the hunter's skill, The boy was always near
To help with right good-will. One day as through the cleft
Between two mountains steep, Shut in both right and left,
Their questing way they keep, They see two grizzly bears,
With hunger tierce and fell, Ruslı at them unawares
Right down the narrow dell.
And ran with terror wild:
Pursued the shrieking child.
The hunter raised his gun, –
He knew one charge was all, And through the boy's pursuing foe
He sent his only ball.
Then expect Svend Vonved home: In all my days, I will never come."
Look out, look out, Svend l'on red.
The other on George Vidiver
Came on with dreadful pace: The hunter stood unarmed,
And met him face to face. I say unarmeel he stood:
Against those frightful paws The rifle butt, or club of wood,
Could stand no more than straws.
His mother took that in evil part: “I hear, young gallant, that mad
thou art; Wherever thou goest, on land or sea, Disgrace and shame shall attend on
thee." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
George Niiliver stood still,
And lookeil him in the face: The wild beast stopped amazed,
Then came with slackening pace. Still firm the hunter stood,
Although his heart beat high: Again the creature stopped,
And gazed with wondering eye. The hunter met his gaze,
Nor yet an inch gave way;
And slowly moved away.
It would be hard to spell:
Swift choice of generous part,
The depths of a brave heart.
" Then I will bless thee, this very
day; Thou never shalt perishi in any fray; Success shall be in thy courser tall, Success in thyself which is best of
all. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“Success in thy hand, success in thy
foot, In struggle with man, in battle with
brute; The Holy God and Saint Drotten dear Shall guide and watch thee through
thy career." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
[From the old Danish.] Svend) VOYVED binds his sword to
his side; He fain will battle with knights of
pride. " When may I look for thee once
more here? When roast the heifer, and spice the
beer!" Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Svend Vonved took up the worl
again “I'll range the mountain, and rove
the plain, Peasant and noble I'll wound and
slay; All, all, for
shall pay." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“When stones shall take, of them
selves, a flight, And ravens' feathers are Woxen
His helm was blinking against the His spurs were clinking his heels
upon, His horse was springing, with bridle
ringing, While sat the warrior wildly singing,
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
And soon, full soon, shalt thou pay
for him, With the blesh hackt off from thy
every limb!” Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. They drew a circle upon the sward; They both were dour, as the rocks
are hard ; Forsooth, I tell you, their hearts
were steeled, The one to the other no jot would
yield. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. They fought for a day, - they fought
for two, And so on the third they were fain
to do; But ere the fourth day reached the
night, The Brute-carl fell, and was slain
outright. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. Svend Vonved binds his sword to
his side, Farther and farther he lists to ride; He rode at the foot of a hill so steep, There saw he a herd as he drove the
sheep. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. “Now listen, Herd, with the fleecy
care: Listen, and give me answers fair.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Svend Vonved binds his sword to
his side, It lists himn farther to ride, to ride; Ile rode along by the grené shaw, The Brute-carl there with surprise
he saw. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. A wild swine sat on his shoulders
broad, l'pon his bosom a black bear snored; And about his fingers with hair o'er
hung, The squirrel sported and weasel
clung. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“Now, Brute-carl, yield thy booty
to me, Or I will take it by force from thee. Say, wilt thou quickly thy beasts
forego, Or venture with me to bandy a
blow?" Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“What is rounder than a wheel? Where do they eat the holiest meal ? Where does the sun go down to his
seat? And where do they lay the dead
man's feet? Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“Much rather, much rather, I'll
fight with thee, Than thou my booty should get from
me: I never was bidden the like to do, Since good King Esmer in fight I
slew." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
“What fills the valleys one and all ? What is clothed best in the mon
arch's hall ? What cries more loud than cranes
can cry? And what in whiteness the swan out
vie? Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
And didst thou slay King Esmer
fine ? Why, then thou slewest dear father
“ Who on his back his beard doth
wear? Who 'neath his chin his nose doth
What's more black than the blackest “Now tell me, Rider, noble and sloe?
good, And what is swifter than a roe? Where does the fish stand up in the Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Where do they mingle the best, best “ Where is the bridge that is most
And where with his knights does What is, by man, the most ab
Vidrick dine? horred?
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved." Where leads, where leads, the highest road up?
“ The fish in the East stands up in And say where the hottest of drink
the flood. they sup??
They drink in the North the wine Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
In Halland's hall does Vidrick dine, “The sun is rounder than a wheel. With his swains around, and his They eat at the altar the holiest
warriors fine."? meal.
Look out, lookout, Svend Vonved. The sun in the West goes down to his seat :
From his breast Srend Vonved a And they lay to the East the dead
gold ring drew, man's feet.
At the foot of the knight the gold Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
ring he threw;
“Go! say thou wert the very “Snow fills the valleys, one and all.
last man Man is clothed best in the monarchi's Who gold from the hand of Svend hall.
Vhived wan." Thunder cries louder than cranes Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
can cry. Angels in whiteness the swan op Then in he went to his lonely bowvie.
er, Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. There drank he the wine, the wine
of power; “IIis beard on his back the lapwing His much-loved harp he played wears.
upon His nose 'neath his chin the elfin Till the strings were broken every
bears. More black is sin than the blackest Look out, look out, Srend Vonred. sloe:
Translated from the old Danish in And thought is swifter than any roe.
GEORGE BORROW. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
THE WILD HUNTSMAX.
“Ice is of bridges the bridge most
broad. The toad is, of all things, the most
abhorred. To paradise leads the highest road
up: And in hell the hottest of drink they
sup." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
THE Wildgrave winds his bugle-lorn,
To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord
pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the busli, the brier,
the brake; While answering hound, and horn,
and steed, The mountain echoes startling
Svend Vonved binds his sword to his
Lookout, look out, Svend Vonved.
The beams of God's own hallowed
day Had painted yonder spire with
gold, And, calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had
The Wildgrave spurred his ardent
steed, And, launching forward with a
bound, 'Who, for thy drowsy priestlike
rede, Would leave the jovial horn and
But still the Wildgrave onward rides;
Halloo, halloo! and, hark again! When, spurring from opposing sides, Two Stranger Horsemen join the
“Hence, if our manly sport offend! With pious fools go chant and
pray!Well hast thou spoke, my dark
browed friend; Halloo, halloo! and, hark away!”
The Wildgrave spurred his courser
light, O'er moss and moor, o'er holt and
hill; And on the left, and on the right, Each Stranger Horseman followed
Who was each Stranger, left and right,
Well may I guess, but are not tell; The right-hand steed was silver
white, The left, the swarthy hue of hell. The right-hand Horseman, young
and fair, His smile was like the morn of
Mar; The left, from eye of tawny glare, Shot midnight lightning's lurid
ray. He waved his huntsman's cap on
high, Cried, Welcome, welcome, noble
lord! What sport can earth, or sea, or sky, To match the princely chase, af
Up springs, from yonder tangled
thorn, A stag inore white than mountain
snow; And louder rung the Wildgrave's
horni, “Iark forward, forward! holla,
“Cease thy loud bugle's clanging
knell," Cried the fair youth, with silver
voice; “ And for devotion's choral swell, Exchange the rude unhallowed
A heedless wretch has crossed the
way; He gasps, the thundering hoofs
below;But, live who can, or die who may, Still, “Forward, forward!” on
See, where yon simple fences meet,
crowned; See, prostrate at the Wildgrave's feet, A husbandman with tuil
“ To-day the ill-omened chase for
bear, You bell yet summons to the fane; To-day the Warning Spirit hear, To-inorrow thou mayst mouri in
“Away, and sweep the glades
along!” The Sable Hunter hoarse replies; “To muttering monks leave matin
song, And bells, and books, and mys
“O mercy, mercy, noble loril!
Spare the poor's pittance,” was “Earned by the sweat these brows
have poured In scorching hour of fierce July.” Earnest the right-hand Stranger
pleads, The left still cheering to the prey;