. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. tain. Unshaken, danger, toil, and pain; But, when that spark blazed forth to flame. He rose superior to his frame. And now it came, that generous mood: And, in full current of his blood. On Bertram he laid desperate hand. Placed firm his foot, and drew his brand. Should every fiend to whom thourt sold Rise in thine aid, I keep my hold.— Arouse there, ho ! take spear and sword ! Attach the murderer of your lord ! A moment, fixed as by a spell. Stood Bertram — it seemed miracle, That one so feeble, soft,
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. tain. Unshaken, danger, toil, and pain; But, when that spark blazed forth to flame. He rose superior to his frame. And now it came, that generous mood: And, in full current of his blood. On Bertram he laid desperate hand. Placed firm his foot, and drew his brand. Should every fiend to whom thourt sold Rise in thine aid, I keep my hold.— Arouse there, ho ! take spear and sword ! Attach the murderer of your lord ! A moment, fixed as by a spell. Stood Bertram — it seemed miracle, That one so feeble, soft, and tame Set grasp on warlike Risingham. But when he felt a feeble stroke The fiend within the ruffian woke ! To wrench the sword from Wilfrids hand. To dash him headlong on the sand. Was but one moments work, — one more Had drenched the blade in Wilfrids gore. But in the instant it arose To end his life, his love, his woes, A warlike form that marked the scene Presents his rapier sheathed between. Parries the fast-descending blow. And steps twixt Wilfrid and his foe ; ROKEBY. 289. Nor then unscabbarded his brand,But, sternly pointing with his hand,With monarchs voice forbade the fight,And motioned Bertram from his sight. Go, and repent, he said, while timeIs given thee ; add not crime to crime. XXII. Mute and uncertain and amazed,As on a vision Bertram gazed ! T was Morthams bearing, bold and high, His sinewy frame, his falcon eye, His look and accent of command, The martial gesture of his hand. His stately form, spare-built and tall, His war-bleached locks — twas Mortham Bertrams dizzy brain careerA thousand thoughts, and all of fear;His wavering faith received not quite 19 290 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. The form he saw as Morthams sprite, But more he feared it if it stood His lord in living flesh and blood. What spectre can the charnel send, So dreadful as an injured friend? Then, too, the habit of command, Used by the leader of the band When Risingham for ma
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