Their Captain came, a gallant young-
Of Tullibardine's house he sprung-
Nor wore he yet the spurs of knight;
185 Gay was his mien, his humor light,
And, though by courtesy controlled,
Forward his speech, his bearing bold.
The high-born maiden ill could brook
The scanning of his curious look
190 And dauntless eye; and yet, in
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