Metrical tales, and other poems; - Electric Scotland

METRICAL TALES.
Her large and lustrous azure eyes
Enchanted all they met;
And none on whom she deigned to smile
Her smile could e'er forget.
The Baron's daughters all were fair,
Except the eldest born,
Guuhild, whom little grace of form
Or feature did adorn
Whom all her sisters did despise,
Her very father scorn.
Tlie burly Baron held his own
From lawless neighbours' wrong.
The foremost still in war or chase.
For he was brave and strong
And dearly did he prize the sweets
Of wassail, jost,
and song.
One night he feasted in his hall
In more than wonted state
A hundred lackeys watch his nod,
And rival knights await
To heap the choicest fruits of earth
Upon his golden plate.
They fill
his ample goblet up
With frequent draughts of wine
The noblest hills or vales produce
On all the lordly Ehiue,
Till o'er his broad and rugged face
There spread a smile benign.
"Enough, enough, my merry men.
The banquet's pleasures cloy ;
Go, bid our choicest minstrel come.
And bring the chorded toy