. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. im he burned the churches, that heathen Dane,To light his band to their barks again. On Erins shores was his outrage winds of France had his banners blown: Little was there to plunder, yet stillHis pirates had forayed on Scottish hill:But upon merry Englands coastMore frequent he sailed, for he won the wide and so far his ravage they a sail but gleamed white gainst the wel-kin and bugle to arms did call,Burghers hastened to man the fled inla
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. im he burned the churches, that heathen Dane,To light his band to their barks again. On Erins shores was his outrage winds of France had his banners blown: Little was there to plunder, yet stillHis pirates had forayed on Scottish hill:But upon merry Englands coastMore frequent he sailed, for he won the wide and so far his ravage they a sail but gleamed white gainst the wel-kin and bugle to arms did call,Burghers hastened to man the fled inland his fury to were lighted on headland and were tolled out, and aye as they rungFearful and faintly the gray brothers sung, Bless us. Saint Mary, from flood and from famine and pest, and Count Witi-kinds ire ! He liked the wealth of fair England so wellThat he sought in her bosom as native to entered the Humber in fearful hourAnd disembarked with his Danish earls came against him with all their train, — HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS. 437. Two hath he taken and one hath he slain. Count Witikind left the Humbers richstrand, And he wasted and warred in Northumber-land. But the Saxon king was a sire in age, Weak in battle, in council sage; Peace of that heathen leader he sought. Gifts he gave and quiet he bought; And the count took upon him the peace-able style Of a vassal and liegeman of Britons broadisle. Time will rust the sharpest sword. Time will consume the strongest cord ; That which moulders hemp and steel Mortal arm and nerve must feel. Of the Danish band whom Count Witikindled Many waxed aged and many were dead: Himself found his armor full weighty tobear, Wrinkled his brows grew and hoary hishair; He leaned on a staff when his step wentabroad, And patient his palfrey when steed he be-strode. As he grew feebler, his wildness ceased. He made himself peace with prelate and his peace, and stooping his headPatientl
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