Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

Along Benharrow’s shingly side,

Where mortal horseman ne’er might ride;

The thunderbolt had split the pine,—

All augur’d ill to Alpine’s line.

He girt his loins, and came to show

The signals of impending woe,

And now stood prompt to bless or ban,[180]

As bade the Chieftain of his clan.

VIII.

’Twas all prepared;[181]—and from the rock,