3 They moved : a I said Fitz-James was brave, As ever knight that belted glaive ; Yet dare not say, that now his blood Kept on its wont and ... 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. ... a wide and level green, Where neither tree nor tuft was seen, Nor rush nor bush of broom was near, To hide a bonnet or a spear.
|Title||:||The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With all his intrs. and notes; also various readings, and the editor's [J.G. Lockhart's] notes|
|Author||:||sir Walter Scott (bart.)|