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

256 THE LORD OF THE ISLES. [CANTO VI.
Douglas leans on his war-sword now,
And Randolph wipes his bloody brow;
Nor less had toil'd each Southern knight,
From morn till mid-day in the fight.
Strong Egremont for air must gasp,
Beauchamp undoes his vizor-clasp,
And Montague must quit his spear,
And sinks thy falchion, bold De Velre
The blows of Berkley fall less fast,
And gallant Pembroke's bugle-blast
Hath lost its lively tone;
Sinks, Argentine, thy battle-word,
And Percy's shout was fainter heard,' My merry-men, fight on!"
XXVIII.
Bruce, with the pilot's wary eye,
The slackening' of the storm could spy.
" One effort more, and Scotland's free!
Lord of the Isles, my trust in thee
Is firm as Ailsa Rock;
Rush on with Highland sword and targe,
I, with my Carrick spearmen, charge; 2
I [MS. —" The sinking," &c.]
2 When the engagement between the main bodies had
lasted some time, Bruce made a decisive movement, by
bringing up the Scottish reserve. It is traditionally said, that
at this crisis, he addressed the Lord of the Isles in a phrase
used as a motto by some of his descendants, "My trust is
constant in thee." Barbour intimates, that the reserve " assemnbled on one field," that is, on the same line with the Scot