(6.)-CHAP. XXVII
Gentle sir,

The boy who remembered the scourge, undid the You are our captive—but we'll use you so,

wicket of the castle at midnight.

Kindness fadeth away, but vengeance endureth.

Lightning destroyeth temples, though their spires

pierce the clouds;

That you shall think your prison joys may match
Whate'er your liberty hath known of pleasure.
Roderick. No, fairest, we have trifled here tor
long;

And, lingering to see your roses blossom.

Storms destroy armadas, though their sails inter- I've let my laurels wither.

cept the gale.

Old Play.

(4.)-MOTTOES.

Chap. xxxi.

From The Talisman.

1825.

(1.)-CHAP. II.

IN Madoc's tent the clarion sounds,

With rapid clangor hurried far; Each hill and dale the note rebounds, But when return the sons of war! Thou, born of stern Necessity,

(1.)-AHRIMAN.

“So saying, the Saracen proceeded to chant verses, very ancient in the language and structure, which some have thought derive their source from the worshippers of Arimanes, the Evil Principle."

*Now bless'd be the moment, the messenger be And now must the faith of my mistress be shown

blest!

Much honor'd do I hold me in my lady's high behest! And say unto my lady, in this dear night-weed dress'd,

To the best arm'd champion I will not veil my crest;

For she who prompts knights on such danger to run
Must avouch his true service in front of the sun

“'I restore,' says my master, 'the garment Ive

worn,

And I claim of the Princess to don it in turn; But if I live and bear me well, 'tis her turn to take For its stains and its rents she should prize it the the test." Here, gentles, ends the foremost fytte of the Lay Since by shame 'tis unsullied, though crims n'd of the Bloody Vest.

more,

with gore." [presed Then deep blush'd the Princess-yet kiss'd she and The blood-spotted robes to her lips and her breast. "Go tell my true knight, church and chamber shall show

If I value the blood on this garment or no."

And when it was time for the nobles to pass,
In solemn procession to minster and mass,
The first walk'd the Princess in purple and pall,
But the blood-besmear'd night-robe she wore over
all;

And eke, in the hall, where they all sat at dine
When she knelt to her father and proffer'd the wine,
Over all her rich robes and state jewels, she wore
That wimple unseemly bedabbled with gore.

Then lords whisper'd ladies, as well you may think,
And ladies replied, with nod, titter, and wink;
And the Prince, who in anger and shame had look'd
down,
[a frown:
Turn'd at length to his daughter, and spoke with
"Now since thou hast publish'd thy folly and guilt,
E'en atone with thy hand for the blood thou hast
spilt;

Yet sore for your boldness you both will repent,
When you wander as exiles from fair Benevent."

Now, ye wild blades, that make loose inns your Of the remorse-stirr'd fancy, or the vision, stage,

Stout Edgehill fight, the Newberries and the Of the fell homicide oft stalks the ghost