To you they speak of martial fame; When blither was their cheer, XXXII. "Nor less," he said,-" when looking forth, Her palace's imperial bowers, Her castle, proof to hostile powers, To think what woe mischance may bring, The burghers forth to watch and ward, But not for my presaging thought, Dream conquest sure, or cheaply bought ! God is the guider of the field, He breaks the champion's spear and shield,- When joins yon host in deadly stowre, For never saw'st thou such a power And now, down winding to the plain, |