... spear and bended bow, In osiers pale and copses low; It seema#39;d as if their mother Earth Had swallowa#39;d up her warlike birth. ... was brave, As ever knight that belted glaive; Yet dare not say, that now his blood Kept on its Wont and tempcra#39;d flood, ... y fearful proof, was rife \Vith lanccs, that, to take his life, Waited but signal from a guide, So late dishonoura#39;d and defied. ... 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 Walter Scott, Etc|
|Author||:||Sir Walter Scott|