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

CANTO ii.] THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN.

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Arthur, in anguish, tore away
From head and beard his tresses gray,
And she, proud Gyneth, felt dismay,
And quaked with ruth and fear;
But still she deem'd her mother's shade
Hung o'er the tumult, and forbade
The sign that had the slaughter staid,
And chid the rising tear.
Then Brunor, Taulas, Mador, fell,
Helias the White, and Lionel,
And many a champion more;
Rochemont and Dinadam are down,
And Ferrand of the Forest Brown
Lies gasping in his gore.
Vanoc, by mighty Morolt press'd
Even to the confines of the list,
and tragic change from a scene of pomp, gaiety, and youthful pride, to one of misery, confusion, and death."-Ado/phus,
p. 245.
" The tide of battle seemed to flow now toward the southern, now toward the northern extremity of the lists, as the
one or the other party prevailed. Meantime, the clang of the
blows, and the shouts of the combatants, mixed fearfully
with the sound of the trumpets, and drowned the groans of
those who fell, and lay rolling defenceless beneath the feet of
the horses. The splendid armour of the combatants was now
defaced with dust and blood, and gave way at every stroke
of the sword and battle-axe. The gay plumage, shorn from
the crests, drifted upon the breeze like snowflakes. All that
was beautiful and graceful in the martial array had disappeared, and what was now visible was only calculated to
awake terror or compassion."-Ivanhoe- Waverley Novels, vol.
xvi. p. 187.]