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

CANTO Iv.] ROKEBY. 189
That very calm and callous look,
That fiendish sneer his visage took,
As when he said, in scornful mood,' There is a gallant in the wood!'I did not slay him as he stoodAll praise be to my Maker given!
Long suffrance is one path to heaven."
XXv.
Thus far the woful tale was heard,
When something in the thicket stirr'd.
Up Redmond sprung; the villain Guy,
(For he it was that lurk'd so nigh,)
Drew back-he durst not cross his steel
A moment's space with brave O'Neale,
For all the treasured gold that rests
In NMortham's iron-banded chests.
Redmond resumed his seat; —he said,
Some roe was rustling in the shade.
Bertram laugh'd grimly, when he saw
His timorous comrade backward draw;
" A trusty mate art thou, to fear
A single arm, and aid so near!
Yet have I seen thee mark a deer.
Give me thy carabine-I'll show
An art that thou wilt gladly know,
How thou mayst safely quell a foe."
XXVI.
On hands and knees fierce Bertram drew
The spreading birch and hazels through,