795 Ere yet the brands aloft were flung
Margaret on Roderick's mantle hung,
And Malcolm heard his Ellen's scream,
As faltered through terrific dream.
Then Roderick plunged in sheath his sword
800 And veiled his wrath in scornful word:
"Rest safe till morning; pity 'twerenote
Such cheek should feel the midnight air!
Then maye
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