The lord of the isles . awn tightly oer his labouring then the Braces bugle blew,For martial work was yet to do. XXXI. A harder task fierce Edward signal given, the castle gates His fury had assaild ;Such was his wonted reckless mood,Yet desperate valour oft made good,Even by its daring, venture rude, Where prudence might have the bridge his strength he threw,And struck the iron chain in two, By which its planks arose ;The warder next his axes edgeStruck down upon the threshold ledge,Twixt door and post a ghastly wedge! The gate they may not fought th
The lord of the isles . awn tightly oer his labouring then the Braces bugle blew,For martial work was yet to do. XXXI. A harder task fierce Edward signal given, the castle gates His fury had assaild ;Such was his wonted reckless mood,Yet desperate valour oft made good,Even by its daring, venture rude, Where prudence might have the bridge his strength he threw,And struck the iron chain in two, By which its planks arose ;The warder next his axes edgeStruck down upon the threshold ledge,Twixt door and post a ghastly wedge! The gate they may not fought the Southern in the fray,Clifford and Lorn fought well that stubborn Edward forced his way Against a hundred came the cry, The Bruce, the Bruce!Xo hope or in defence or truce, Fresh combatants pour in ;Mad with success, and drunk with -ore. 230 THE LORD OF THE ISLES. They drive the straggling foe before, And ward on ward they was the vengeful limbs were loppd and life blood pourd,. - The cry of death and conflict roard, And tearful was the din!The startling horses plunged and thinClamourcl the dogs till turrets rung,Nor sunk the fearful cry, WTO V. THE LORD OF THE ISLES. 231 Till not a foeman was there foundAlive, save those who on the groundGroand in their agony V XXXIT. The valiant Clifford is no more ;2 On Ronalds broadsword streamd bis gore. But better hap had he of Lorn, Who, by the foeman backward home. Yet gaind with slender train the port, Where lay his hark beneath the fort, And cut the cable were his shrift in that debate,That hour of fury and of fate, If Lorn encounterd Bruce !Then long and loud the victor shoulFrom turret and from tower rung out, The rugged vaults replied ;And from the donjon tower on highThe men of Carrick may descrySaint Andrews cross, in blazonry Of silver, waving wide ! 1 The concluding stanza of The Siege of Corinth contains an obvious,though, no doubt, an unconscious imitation of the precedin
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