As ever knight that belted glaive; Yet dare not say, that now his blood Kept on its wont and tempera#39;d flood, As, following Rodericka#39;s ... through, Which yet, by fearful proof, was rife With lances, that, to take his life, Waited but signal from a guide, So late dishonoura#39;d and defied. ... Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep, a#39; And in the plovera#39;s shrilly strain, The signal whistle heard again. Nor breathed he free till far behind The pass was left ; for then they wind Along a wide and level green, .
|Author||:||Sir Walter Scott|