. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. .With that he turned his head brooked to gaze upon her pride,As with the truncheon raised she sateThe arbitress of mortal fate ;Nor brooked to mark in ranks disposedHow the bold champions stood opposed. THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN. 349 For shrill the trumpet-flourish fellUpon his ear like passing bell !Then tirst from sight of martial frayDid Britains hero turn away. But Gyneth heard the clangor highAs hears the hawk the partridge , blame her not ! the blood was hersThat at the trumpets summo
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. .With that he turned his head brooked to gaze upon her pride,As with the truncheon raised she sateThe arbitress of mortal fate ;Nor brooked to mark in ranks disposedHow the bold champions stood opposed. THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN. 349 For shrill the trumpet-flourish fellUpon his ear like passing bell !Then tirst from sight of martial frayDid Britains hero turn away. But Gyneth heard the clangor highAs hears the hawk the partridge , blame her not ! the blood was hersThat at the trumpets summons stirs ! -And een the gentlest female eyeMight the brave strife of chivalryAwhile untroubled view; Like larks shrill song the flourish flows,Heard while the gale of April blowsThe merry greenwood through. XXIV. But soon to earnest grew their game,The spears drew blood, the swords struck flame,And, horse and man, to ground there came Knights who shall rise no more !Gone was the pride the war that shields were cleft and crests defaced,And steel coats riven and helms unbraced,. So well accomplished was each knightTo strike and to defend in fight,Their meeting was a goodly sight While plate and mail held lists with painted plumes were strown,Upon the wind at random helm and breastplate bloodless seemed their feathered crests alone Should this encounter ever, as the combat grows,The trumpets cheery voice arose, And pennons streamed with too were fence and fair desperate strength made deadly wayAt random through the bloody fray,And blows were dealt with headlongsway, Unheeding where they fell ;And now the trumpets clamors seemLike the shrill sea-birds wailing screamHeard oer the whirlpools gulfing stream, The sinking seamans knell! 350 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. Seemed in this dismal hour that FateWould Camlans ruin antedate, And sjDare dark Mordreds crime;Already gasping on the groundLie twenty of the Table Round, Of
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