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One pitying glance the Monarch sped,
That risk'd 'gainst each adventurous spear
A life so valued and so dear.
His broken weapon's shaft survey'd
Did Isabel's commission show;
Edith, disguised, at distance stands,
The monarch's brow has changed its hue,
Clearing war's terrors from his eye.
As to a weak and timid boy Might speak, that elder brother's care And elder brother's love were there.
“ Fear not,” he said, “
young Amadine !" Then whisper'd, “ Still that name be thine. Fate plays her wonted fantasy, Kind Amadine, with thee and me, And sends thee here in doubtful hour.
But soon we are beyond her power ;
Do thou to yonder hill repair ;
And all who may not weapons bear.
Fitz-Louis, have him in thy care.--
Or shun the fortune that may fall
To Bruce, to Scotland, and to all. -
But, hark! some news these trumpets tell;
Forgive my haste-farewell-farewell.”_
And in a lower voice he said,
“ Be of good cheer-farewell, sweet maid !"
“ What train of dust, with trumpet-sound
And glimmering spears, is wheeling round
Our leftward flank ?"- the Monarch cried,
To Moray's Earl who rode beside.
The Earl his visor closed, and said,
“ My wreath shall bloom, or life shall fade. Follow, my household !”- And they go Like lightning on the advancing foe.
My Liege,” said noble Douglas then, “ Earl Randolph has but one to ten :
forth his band to aid !"
Let me go
-- Stir not. The error he hath made,
Let him amend it as he may;
I will not weaken mine array.”
Then loudly rose the conflict-cry,
But, when they won a rising hill,
He bade his followers hold them still...
“ See, see! the routed Southern fly!
The Earl hath won the victory.
Lo! where yon steeds run masterless,
His banner towers above the
Rein up; our presence would impair
It was a night of lovely June,
Demayet smiled beneath her ray