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“ Alas! that ever thou rais’dst thine eyes,
Thine eyes to look on me;
For here thou must not be.”
His warlock-chamber o'er ;
That never were ta’en before.
With mickle care and pain;
Till he returned again.
Is heard the jarring sound,
Of the chamber under ground.
Have cast a curious eye;
The fearful sights they spy.
When Soulis thought on his merry men now,
A woeful wight was he:
But Branxholm's heir shall die.”
Gin ye had me, as I have thee?”
And gar your ain hand wale the tree.” (wale-choose. “ Now shall thine ain hand wale the tree,
For all thy mirth and mickle pride;
A scrog bush thee beside.”
Where the green pines grew in a row;
Of the hungry carrion crow.
The spiry boughs below:
To feed the hooded crow ?”.
“The fir-tops fall by Branxholm wall,
When the night-blast stirs the tree;
I loved in infancy.”
And aye he passed from tree to tree:
“O, sic a death is no for me!”
Its leaves were rustling mournfully: “ Now choose thee, choose thee, Branxholm gay,
Say, wilt thou never choose the tree ? " “More dear to me is the aspin gray,
More dear than any other tree!
Have passed the vows of my love and me.”
Until he did his own men see,
In scorn of Soulis' gramary.
“Methinks I spy a coming Tree!”
Quo' Soulis, the lord of gramary,“No warrior's hand, in fair Scotland,
Shall ever dint a wound on me."
If that be true, we soon shall see :"
But never a wound or scar had he.
He was the Lord of Ersyltoun; “The wizard's spell, no steel can quell,
Till once your lances bear him down."
But never a wound or scar had he:
Both hands and feet, on the Nine-stane lee.
They moulder'd at his inagic spell; And neck and heel, in the forged steel,
They bound him against the charms of hell.
That wizard accurst, the bands he burst,
No forged steel his charms could bide; Then up bespake him true Thomas,
“We'll bind him yet, whate'er betide."
Impressed with many a warlock spell;
Who held in awe the fiends of hell.
That mortal man might never see;
When he returned from Faërie.
And turned the leaves with curious hand-
But threefold ropes of sifted sand.
And shaped the ropes so curiously;
For Thomas true, and his gramary.
And again he turned it with his hand;
The barley-chaff to the sifted sand. The barley-chaff to the sifted sand
They added still, by handsful nine; But Red-Cap sly, unseen, was by,
And the ropes would neither twist nor twine. And still beside the Nine-stane burn,
Ribbed, like the sand at mark of sea,
Shaped of the sifted sand you see.
Again its magic leaves he spread;
The wizard must be boiled in lead.
On a circle of stones, but barely nine
Till the burnished brass did glimmer and shine. They rolled him up in a sheet of lead;
A sheet of lead for a funeral pall! They plunged him in the cauldron red,
And melted him-lead and bones and all
The Men of Liddesdale can show;
The spreat and the deer-hair ne'er shall grow THE BRAZEN HEAD. (From a Tract of the Sixteenth Century, called • The Famous History of
Friar Bacon.') HOW FRIAR BACON MADE A BRAZEN HEAD TO SPEAK, BY THE WHICH
HE WOULD HAVE WALLED ENGLAND ABOUT WITH BRASS. FRIAR BACON, reading one day of the many conquests of England, bethought himself how he might keep it hereafter from the like conquests, and so make himself famous hereafter to all posterities. This (after great study) he found could be no way so well done as one, which was to make a head of brass; and if he could make this head to speak (and hear it when it speaks), then might he be able to wall all England about with brass. To this purpose he got one Friar Bungay to assist him, who was a great scholar and a magician (but not to be compared to Friar Bacon). These two with great study and pains so framed a head of brass, that in the inward parts thereof there was all things like as in a natural man's head: this being done, they were as far from perfection of the work as they were before, for they knew not how to give those parts that they had made, motion, without which it was impossible that it should speak. Many books they read, but they could not find out any hope of what they sought; that at the last they concluded to raise a spirit, and to know of him that which they could not attain to by their own studies. To do this, they prepared all things ready, and went one evening to a wood thereby, and after many ceremonies used, they spake the words of conjuration, which the devil straight obeyed, and appeared unto them, asking what they would ? Know, said Friar Bacon, that we have made an artificial head of brass, which we would have to speak, to the furtherance of which we have raised thee; and being raised, we will here keep thee, unless thou tell to us the way and manner how to make this head to speak. The devil told him that he had not that power of himself. Beginner of lies! (said Friar Bacon) I know that thou dost dissemble, and therefore tell it us quickly, or else we will here bind thee to remain during our pleasures. At these threatenings the devil consented to do it, and told them, that with a continual fume of the six hottest simples it should have motion, and in one month's space speak; the time of the month or day he knew not: also, he told them, that if they heard it not before it had done speaking, all their labour should be lost: they being satisfied, licensed the spirit to depart.
Then went these two learned friars home again, and prepared the simples ready, and made the fume, and with continual watching attended when this brazen head should speak: thus watched they for three weeks without any rest, so that they were so weary and sleepy that they could