The lord of the isles . y Liege, said Argentine,Were he but horsed on steed like mine,To give him fair and knightly chance,I would adventure forth my lance.—In battle day, the King replied, Nice tourney rules are set aside.—Still must the rebel dare our wrath?Set on him—sweep him from our path !And, at King Edwards signal, soonDashd from the ranks Sir Henry Bonne. XV. Of Herefords high blood he came, A race renownd for knightly fame. He burnd before his Monarchs eye To do some deed of chivalry. He spurrd his steed, he couchd his lance, And darted on the Bruce at once. —As motionless as rocks,
The lord of the isles . y Liege, said Argentine,Were he but horsed on steed like mine,To give him fair and knightly chance,I would adventure forth my lance.—In battle day, the King replied, Nice tourney rules are set aside.—Still must the rebel dare our wrath?Set on him—sweep him from our path !And, at King Edwards signal, soonDashd from the ranks Sir Henry Bonne. XV. Of Herefords high blood he came, A race renownd for knightly fame. He burnd before his Monarchs eye To do some deed of chivalry. He spurrd his steed, he couchd his lance, And darted on the Bruce at once. —As motionless as rocks, that bide The wrath of the advancing tide, The Bruce stood fast.— Each breast beat high And dazzled was each gazing eye— The heart had hardly time to think, The eyelid scarce had time to wink, Till: LORD OF THE ISLES. While on the King, like flash of flame,Spurrd to full speed the war-horse came!The partridge may the falcon that slight palfry stand the shock — But, swerving from the Knights career,. Just as they met, Bruce shunnd the the baffled warrior boreHis course — but soon his course was oer!—High in his stirrups stood the King,And gave Ms battle-axe the on De Boune, the whiles he passd,Fell that stern dint — the first—the last!—Such strength upon the blow was put,The tielmel i rashd like hazel-nut ; 256 THE LORD OF THE ISLES. The axe-shaft, with its brazen clasp,Was shivevd to the gauntlet from the blow the startled horse,Props to the plain the lifeless corse ;— First of that fatal field, how sudden, fell the fierce De Boune ! XVI. One pitying glance the Monarch sped, Where on the field his foe lay dead; Then gently turnd his palfreys head, And, pacing hack his sober way, Slowly he gaind his own array. There round their King the leaders crowd. And blame his recklessness aloud, That riskd gainst each adventurous spear A life so valued and so dear. His broken weapons shaft surveyd The King, a
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