The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, with memoir of the author.

CANTO II.] THE LAST MINSTREL. 79
High and majestic was his look,
At which the fellest fiends had shook,
And all unruffled was his face:
They trusted his soul had gotten grace.1
XX.
Often had William of Deloraine
Rode through the battle's bloody plain,
And trampled down the warriors slain,
And neither known remorse nor awe;
Yet now remorse and awe he own'd;
His breath came thick, his head swam round,
When this strange scene of death he saw.
Bewilder'd and unnerved he stood,
And the priest pray'd fervently and loud:
With eyes averted prayed he;
He might not endure the sight to see,
Of the man he had loved so brotherly.
XXI.
And when the priest his death-prayer had pray'd,
Thus unto Deloraine he said:
" Now, speed thee what thou hast to do,
Or, Warrior, we may dearly rue;
1 [" The agitation of the monk at the sight of the man,
whom he had loved with brotherly affection-the horror of
Deloraine, and his belief that the corpse frowned, as he
withdrew the magic volume from its grasp, are, in a succeeding part of the narrative, circumstances not more happily
conceived than exquisitely wrought."- Critical Review.]