PART I.
Sir Eldred was his name;And never did a worthier wightThe rank of knighthood claim.Where gliding Tay, her stream sends forth,To feed the neighbouring wood,The ancient glory of the North,Sir Eldred’s castle stood.The Knight was rich as Knight might beIn patrimonial wealth;And rich in nature’s gifts was he,In youth, and strength, and health.He did not think,…