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

200 HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS. [CANTO V.
Shed blood like water, wasted every land,
Like the destroying angel's burning brand;
Fulfill'd whate'er of ill might be invented,
Yes-all these things he did-he did, but he
REPENTED!
Perchance it is part of his punishment still,
That his offspring pursues his example of ill.
But thou, when thy tempest of wrath shall next
shake thee,
Gird thy loins for resistance, my son, and awake
thee;
If thou yield'st to thy fury, how tempted soever,
The gate of repentance shall ope for thee
NEVER!"XI.
" He is gone," said Lord Harold, and gazed as he
spoke;
"There is nought on the path but the shade of the
oak.
He is gone, whose strange presence my feeling
oppress'd
Like the night-hag that sits on the slumberer's
breast.
My heart beats as thick as a fugitive's tread,
And cold dews drop from my brow and my head.Ho! Cunnar, the flasket yon almoner gave;
He said that three drops would recall from the
grave.
For the first time Count Harold owns leech-craft
has power,