Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

O’erweigh’d her worth and beauty aught,

Well might the lover’s judgment fail

To balance with a juster scale;

For with each secret glance he stole,

The fond enthusiast sent his soul.

XXV.

Of stature tall, and slender frame,

But firmly knit, was Malcolm Græme.

The belted plaid and tartan hose

Did ne’er more graceful limbs disclose;