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And round the champion's brows was bound popular traditions. He loved fairies, genii, giants, The crown that druidess had wound,
and monsters; he delighted to rove through the Of the green laurel-bay.
meanders of enchantment, to gaze on the magnifAnd this was what remain'd of all
cence of golden palaces, to repose by the waterThe wealth of each enchanted hall,
falls of elysian gardens." The garland and the dame:
2. the baron of Triermain.-P. 348. But where should warrior seek the meed, Triermain was a fief of the barony of Gilsland, Due to high worth for daring deed,
in Cumberland; it was possessed by a Saxon family Except from Love and FAME!
at the time of the Conquest, but, “after the deata
of Gilmore, lord of Tryermaine and Torcrossock, CONCLUSIOX.
Hubert Vaux gave Tryermaine and Torcrossock
to his second son, Ranulph Vaux, which Ranulph My Lucy, when the maid is won,
afterwards became heir to his elder brother RoThe minstrel's task, thou know'st, is done; bert, the founder of Lanercost, who died without And to require of bard
issue. Ranulph, being lord of all Gilsland, gave That to the dregs his tale should run,
Gilmore's lands to his own younger son, named Were ordinance too hard.
Roland, and let the barony descend to his eldes Our lovers, briefly be it said,
son Robert, son of Ranulph. Roland had issue Wedded as lovers wont to wed,
Alexander, and he Ranulph, after whom succeeded When tale or play is o'er;
Robert, and they were named Rolands successiveLived long and blest, loved fond and true, ly, that were lorris thereof, until the reign of EdAnd saw a numerous race renew
ward the fourth. That house gave for arms, Vert, The honours that they bore.
a bend dexter, chequey, or and gules.”- Burn's Know, too, that when a pilgrim strays,
Antiquities of Westmoreland and Cumberland, vol. In morning mist, or evening maze,
ii, p. 482. Along the mountain lone,
This branch of Vaux, with its collateral alliThat fairy fortress often mocks
ances, is now represented by the family of BradHis gaze upon the castle rocks
dyl of Conishead priory, in the county palatine of the valley of saint John;
of Lancaster; for it appears that, about the time But never man since brave De Vaux
above-mentioned, the house of Triermaine was The charmed portal won.
united to its kindred family Vaux of Caterlen, 'Tis now a vain illusive show,
and, by marriage with the heiress of Delamore That melts whene'er the sunbeams glow, and Leybourne, became the representative of those Or the fresh breeze hath blown.
ancient and noble families. The male line failing SI.
in John de Vaux, about the year 1665, his daughBut see, my love, where far below
ter and heiress, Mabel, married Christopher RichOur lingering wheels are moving slow,
mond, esq. of Highhead castle, in the county of The whiles up-gazing still,
Cumberland, descended from an ancient family of Our menials eye our steepy way,
that name, lords of Corby castle, in the same Marvelling, perchance, what whim can stay county, soon after the Conquest, and which they Our steps when eve is sinking gray
alienated about the 15th of Edward the second, to On this gigantic hill.
Andrea de Harela, arl of Carlisle. Of this family So think the vulgar-Life and time
was sir Thomas de Raigemont, (miles auratus,) in Ring all their joys in one dull chime
the reign of king Edward the first, who appears to Of luxury and ease;
have greatly distinguished himself at the siege of And O! beside these simple knaves,
Kaerlaveroc, with William baron of Leybourne. How many better born are slaves
In an ancient heraldic poem now extant, and preTo such coarse joys as these,
served in the British Museum, describing that Dead to the nobler sense that glows
siege, his arms are stated to be, Or, 2 Bars GeWhen Nature's grander scenes unclose! melles Gules, and a Chief Or, the same borne by But, Lucy, we will love them yet,
his descendants at the present day. The RichThe mountain's misty coronel,
monds removed to their castle of Highhead in the The green-wood and the wold;
reign of Henry the eighth, when the then repreAnd love the more, that of their maze
sentative of the family married Margaret, daughAdventure high of other days
ter of sir Hugh Lowther, by the lady Dorothy de By ancient bards is told,
Clifford, only child by a second marriage of HenBringing, perchance, like my poor tale, ry lord Clifford, great grandson of John lord ClifSome moral truth in fiction's veil: ,
ford, by Elizabeth Percy, daughter of Henry (surNor love them less, that o'er the hill
named Hotspur) by Elizabeth Mortimer, which The evening breeze, as now, comes chill;-- said Elizabeth was daughter of Edward Mortimer, My love shall wrap her warm,
third earl of Marche, by Phillippa, sole daughter And, fearless of the slippery way,
and heiress of Lionel, duke of Clarence. While safe she trips the heathy brae,
The third in descent from the above-mentioned Shall hang on Arthur's arm.
John Richmond, became the representative of the
families of Vaux, of Triermaine, Caterlen, and NOTES TO CANTO 1.
Torcrossock, by his marriage with Mabel de 1. Like Collins, ill-starr'd name!-P. 348. Vaux, the heiress of them. His grandson Henry COLLINS, according to Johnson, “ by indulging Richmond died without issue, leaving five sisters some peculiar habits of thought, was eminently co-heiresses, four of whom married; but Margaret. delighted with those flights of imagination which who married William Gale, esq. of Whitehaven. pass the bounds of nature, and to which the mind was the only one who had male issue surviving: is reconciled only by a passive acquiescence in She had a son, and a daughter married to Henry
Curwen of Workington, esq., who represented the gently sloping hill, called Mayburgh. In the plain county of Cumberland for many years in parlia- which it incloses there stands erect an unhews ment, and by her had a daughter, married to John stone of twelve feet in height. Two similar masses Christian, esq., (now Curwen.) John, son and are said to have been destroyed during the memoheir of William Gale, married Sarah, daughter ry of man. The whole appears to be a monument and heiress of Christopher Wilson of Bardsea of druidical times. hall, in the county of Lancaster, by Margaret, aunt
6. Though never sunbeam could discern and co-heiress of Thomas Braddyl, esq. of Brad
The surface of that sable tard.-P. 349, dyl, and Conishead priory, in the same county, The small lake called Scales-tarn lies so deeply and had issue four sons and two daughters: 1st, embosomed in the recesses of the huge mountain William Wilson, died an infant: 2d. Wilson, who, called Saddleback, more poeticalls Glaramar, is upon the death of his cousin, Thomas Braddy!, of such great depth, and so completely hidden without issue, succeeded to his estates, and took from the sun, that it is said its beams never reach the name of Braddyl, in pursuance of his will, by it, and that the reflection of the stars may be seen the king's sign manual; $d, William, died young; at mid-day. and 4th, Henry Richmond, a lieutenant-general
7. Tintadgel's spear.-P. 350. of the army, married Sarah, daughter of the Rev. Tintadgel castle, in Cornwall, is reported to R. Baldwin; Margaret married Richard Greaves ha
es have been the birth-place of king Arthur. Townley, esq. of Fulbourne, in the county of Cambridge, and of Bellfield, in the county of Lancas- |
8. Caliburn in eumbrous length.-P. 351. ter; Sarah married to George Bigland, of Bigland This was the name of king Arthur's well-known , hall, in the same county.
| sword, sometimes also called Excalibar. Wilson Braddyl, eldest son of John Gale, and grandson of Margaret Richmond, married Jane,
NOTES TO CANTO II. daughter and heiress of Matthias Gale, esq. of
1. From Arthur's hand the goblet flew.-P. 353. Catgill hall, in the county of Cumberland, by Jane, The author has an indistinct recollection of an daughter and heiress of the Rev. S. Bennet, D.D.; adventure somewhat similar to that wbich is here and, as the eldest surviving male branch of the ascribed to king Arthur, having befallen one of families above-mentioned, he quarters, in addition the ancient kings of Deomark. The horn in which to his own, their paternal coats in the following the burning liquor was presented to that monarch, order, as appears by the records in the college of is said still to be preserved in the Royal Museum arms.
at Copenhagen. 1st, Argent, a fess azure, between 3 saltiers of 2. Nor tower nor donjon could he spy, the same, charged with an anchor between 2 lions
Darkening against the morning sky.-P.353. heads erazed, or,-Gale.
“We now gained a view of the vale of St. gemelles gu
hief or John's, a very narrow dell, hemmed in by mounRichmond.
tains, through which a small brook makes many 3d, Or, a sess chequey, or and gules between 9
meanderings, washing little inclosures of grassgerbes gules,-Vaux of Caterlen.
ground, which stretch up the rising of the hills. 4th, Gules, a fess chequey, or and gules between
In the widest part of the dale you are struek with 6 gerbes or, -Vaux of Torcrossock.
the appearance of an ancient ruined castle, which 5th, *Argent, a bend chequey, or and gules, for
seems to stand upon the summit of a little mount, Vaux of Triermain.
the mountains around forming an amphitheatre. 6th, Gules, a cross patonce, or,-Delamore.
This massive bulwark shows a front of various 7th, Gules, 6 lions rampant argent. 3. 2. and 1. towers, and makes an awful, rude, and Gothic -Leybourne.t
appearance, with its lofty turrets and ragged bat3. And his who sleeps at Dunmailraise.-P. 349.
tlements; we traced the galleries, the bendiog Dunmailraise is one of the grand passes from arches, the buttresses. The greatest antiquity Cumberland into Westmoreland. It takes its name stands characterized in its architecture; the inhafrom a cairo, or pile of stones, erected, it is said, Ibitants near it assert it is an antediluvian structure. to the memory of Dunmail, the last king of Cum- “The traveller's curiosity is roused, and he berland.
I prepares to make a nearer approach, when that 4. Penrith's Table Round.-P. 349.
curiosity is put upon the rack by his being asA circular entrenchment, about half a mile from sured, that, if he advances, certain geuii who go Penrith, is thus popularly termed. The circle vern the place, by virtue of their supernatural art within the ditch is about one hundred and sixty and necromancy, will strip it of all its beauties, paces in eircumference, with openings, or ap- and, by enchantment, transform the magic walls. proaches, directly opposite to each other. As the The vale seems adapted for the habitation of such ditch i
nner side, it could not be intended beings; its gloomy recesses and retirements look for the purpose of defence, and it has reasonably like haunts of evil spirits. There was no delusion been conjectured, that the inclosure was designed in the report; we were soon convinced of its truth; for the solemn exercise of feats of chivalry; and for this piece of antiquity, so venerable and noble the embankment around for the convenience of the in its aspect, as we drew near, changed its figure, spectators.
and proved no other than a shaken massive pile 8.-Mayburgh s mound and stones of power.-P. 349. of rocks, which stand in the midst of this little Higher up the river Eamont than Arthur's Round
vale, disunited from the adjoining mountains, and l'able, is a prodigious inclosure of great antiquity,
have so much the real form and resemblance of a formed by a collection of stones upon the top of a
castle, that they bear the name of the Castle Rocks
of St. John."-Hutchinson's Excursion to the • Not vert, as stated by Burn.
Lakes, p. 121. + This more detailed genealogy of the family of Triermain was obligingly sent to the author, by major Brad
3. The Saxons to subjection brought-P. 353. dyl of Conichead Priory.
Arthur is said to have defeated the Saxons is
twelve pitched battles, and to have achieved the versie, and that greate."--Assertion of king Arother feats alluded to in the text.
thure.' Imprinted by John Wolfe, London, 1582. 4. There Morolt of the iron mace, &c.-P. 353. | 6. There were two who loved their neighbour' wives, The characters named in the following stanza! And one who loved his own.-P. 354. are all of them, more or less, distinguished in the “In our forefathers' tyme, when papistrie, as a romances which treat of king Arthur and his Round standyng poole, covered and overflowed all EnTable, and their names are strung together ac- glund, fewe books were read in our tongue, savyng cording to the established custom of minstrels certain bookes of chevalrie, as they said, for pasupon such occasions; for example, in the ballad of time and pleasure; which, as some say, were made the marriage of sir Gawaine:
in the monasteries, by idle monks or wonton chaSir Lancelot, sir Stephen bolde,
nons. As one for example, La morte d'Arthure; They rode with them that daye,
the whole pleasure of which book standeth in two And, foremost of the companye,
speciall poynts, in open manslaughter and bold There rode the stewarde Kaye:
bawdrye; in which booke they be counted the noSoe did sir Banier, and sir Bore, And eke sir Garratte keen,
blest knightes that do kill most men without any Sir Tristram too, that gentle knight,
quarrell, and commit fowlest adoulteries by sullest To the forest fresh and green,
shiftes; as sir Launcelot, with the wife of king Ar5. And Lancelot, that evermore
thur, his master; sir Tristram, with the wife of Look'd stol'n-wise on the queen.-P. 353.
king Marke, his uncle; sir Lamerocke, with the Upon this delicate subject hear Richard Robin-wife of king Lote, that was his own aunt. This is son, citizen of London, in his assertion of king good stuffe for wise men to laugh at, or honest
men to take pleasure at, yet I kuow when God's " But as it is a thing sufficiently apparent that Bible was banished the court, and La Morte d'Arshe (Guenever, wife of king Arthur) was beauti- thure received into the prince's chamber.”-Asful. so it is a thing doubted whether she was chaste, Cham's Schoolmaster. yea or no. Truly, so far as I can with honestie, i
7. valiant Carodac, would spare the impayred honour and fame of no " Who won the cup of gold.-P. 354. ble women. But yet the truth of the historie See the comic tale of the Boy and the Mantle, pluckes me by the eere, and willeth me not onely, in the third volume of Percy's Reliques of Ancient but commandeth me to declare what the ancients Poetry, from the Breton or Norman original of have deemed of her. To wrestle or contend with which Ariosto is supposed to have taken his tale so great authoritie were indeed unto me a contro- of the Enchanted Cup.
The Vision of Don Roderick.
Quid dignum memorare tuis, Hispania, terris,
TO JOHN WHITMORE, Esq.
AND TO THE COMMITTEE OF SUBSCRIBERS FOR RELIEF OF THE PORTUGUESE SUFYERERS.
IN WHICH HE PRESIDES,
THIS POEM, COMPOSED FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE FUND UNDER THEIR MANAGEMENT,
IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED, BY WALTER SCOTT.
East and West Indies had raised to the highest The following poem is founded upon a Spanish pitch the renown of their arms; sullied, however, tradition, particularly detailed in the Notes; but by superstition and cruelty. An allusion to the inbearing, in general, that Don Roderick, the last humanities of the inquisition terminates this picGothic king of Spain, when the invasion of the ture. The Last PART of the poem opens with the Moors was impending, had the temerity to descend state of Spain previous to the unparalleled treachinto an ancient vault, near Toledo, the opening of ery of BONAPARTE; gives a sketch of the usurpawhich had been denounced as fatal to the Spanish tion attempted upon that unsuspicious and friendly monarchy. The legead adds, that his rash curiosi- kingdom, and terminates with the arrival of the ty was mortified by an emblematical representa- British succours. It may be farther proper to mention of those Saracens, who, in the year 714, de- tion, that the object of the poem is less to comfeated him in battle, and reduced Spain under memorate or detail particular incidents, than to their dominion. I have presumed to prolong the exhibit a general and impressive picture of the Vision of the Revolutions of Spain down to the several periods brought upon the stage. present eventful crisis of the Peninsula; and to I am too sensible of the respect due to the pubdivide it, by a supposed change of scene, into lic, especially by one who has already experienced THREE PERIODS. The First of these represents more than ordinary indulgence, to offer any apothe invasion of the Moors, the defeat and death of logy for the inferiority of the poetry to the subject Roderick, and closes with the peaceful occupation it is chiefly designed to commemorate. Yet I think of the country by the victors. The Second Period it proper to mention, that while I was hastily exeembraces the state of the Peninsula, when the cuting a work, written for a temporary purpose, conquests of the Spaniards and Portuguese in the land on passing events, the task was cruelty in
terrupted by the successive deaths of lord presi. That floats your solitary wastes along, dent Blair, and lord viscount Melville. In those And with affection vain gave them new voice is distinguished characters, I had not only to regret
song. persons whose lives were most important to Scot
VI. land, but also wliose notice and patronage honoured For not till now, how oft soe'er the task my entrance upon active life, and I may add, with or truant verse hath lightened graver care, melancholy pride, who permitted my more ad- From muse or sylvan was he wont to ask, vanced age to claim no common share in their In phrase poetie, inspiration fair; friendship. Under such interruptions, the fol- Careless he gave his numbers to the air,lowing verses, which my best and happiest efforts. They came unsought for, if applauses came; must have left far unworthy of their theme, have, Nor for himself prefers he now the prayer; I am myself sensible, an appearance of negligence Let but his verse befit a hero's fame, and incoherence, which, in other circumstances, I Immortal be the verse!-forgot the poet's name. might have been able to remove.
VII. Edinburgh, June 24, 1811.
Hark, from yon misty cairn their answer tost;
“Minstrel! the fame of whose romantic lyre, INTRODUCTION.
Capricious swelling now, may soon be lost,
Like the light flickering of a cottage fire; LIVES there a strain, whose sounds of mountain If to such task presumptuous thou aspire, fire
Seek not from us the meed to warrior due: May rise distinguished o'er the din of war, | Age after age has gathered son to sire, Or died it with yon master of the lyre,
Since our gray cliffs the din of conflict kney, Who sung beleaguered Ilion's evil star! | Or, pealing through our vales, victorious bugles Such, WELLINGTON, might reach thee from afar,
blew. Wafting its descant wide o'er ocean's range;
Vin. Nor shouts, nor clashing arms, its mood could mar, “Decayed our old traditionary lore, All as it swelled 'twixt each loud trumpet Save where the lingering fays renew their ring, change,
By milk-maid seen beneath the hawthorn hoar, That clangs to Britain victory, to Portugal revenge! 'Or round the marge of Minchmore's haupted
spring;2 Yes! such a strain, with all o'erpowering measure, Save where their legends gray-haired shepherds
Might melodize with each tumultuous sound, Each voice of fear or triumph, wo or pleasure,
That now scarce win a listening ear but thine, That rings Mondego's ravaged shores around; of feuds obscure, and border ravaging, The thundering cry of hosts with conquest crown'd, And rugged deeds recount in rugged line,
The female shriek, the ruined peasant's moan, 7 of moonlight foray made on Teviot, Tweed, or The shout of captives from their chains unbound,
“No! search romantic lands, where the near sur III.
Gives with unstinted boon ethereal flame, But we, weak minstrels of a laggard day,
Where the rude villager, his labour done, Skilled but to imitate an elder page,
In verse spontaneous chants some favoured name Timid and raptureless, can we repay
Whether Olalia's charms his tribute claim,
Her eye of diamond, and her locks of jet; The debt thou claim'st in this exhausted age? Thou givest our lyres a theme, that might engaged Or whether, kindling at the deeds of Greme.
al He sing, to wild Morisco meusure set, Those that could send thy name o'er sea and land,
Old Albyn's red claymore, green Erin's bayonet! While sea and land shall last; for Homer's rage
A theme; a theme for Milton's mighty hand- “Explore those regions, where the finty crest How much upmeet for us, a faint degenerate baad!). Of wild Nevada ever gleams with snows. IV.
Where in the proud Alhambra's ruined breast
Barbaric monuments of pomp repose: Ye mountains stern! within whose rugged breast
Or where the banners of more ruthless foes The friends of Scottish freedom found repose;
| Than the fierce Moor, float o'er Toledo's fane, Ye torrents! whose hoarse sounds have soothed
From whose tall towers even now the patriot tbrow their rest,
An anxious glance, to spy upon the plain Returning from the field of vanquished foes;
The blended ranks of England, Portugal, and Spain. Say, have ye lost each wild majestic close, That erst the choir of bards or druids flung;
XI. What time their hymn of victory arose,
“ There, of Numantian fire a swarthy spark And Cattraeth's glens with voice of triumph_Still lightens in the sun-burnt dative's eve; rung,
The stately port, slow step, and visage dark, And mystic Merlin harped, and gray-haired Lly-| Still mark' enduring pride and constancy. warch sung."
And, if the glow of feudal chivalry
| Beam not, as once, thy nobles' dearest pride, O! if your wilds such minstrelsy retain,
Iberia! oft thy crestless peasantry As sure your changeful gales seem oft to say, Have seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side, When sweeping wild and sinking soft again,“ Have seen, yet dauntless stood-gainst fortline Like trumpet jubilee, or harp's wild sway;
fought and died. If ye can echo such triumphant lay,
XII. Then lend the note to him has loved you long! " And cherished still by that unchanging race, Who pious gathered each tradition gray,
Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine;
Of strange tradition many a mystic trace, But Roderick's visage, though his head was bare, Legend and vision, prophecy and sign;
Was shadowed by his hand and mantle's fold. Where wonders wild of Arabesque combine While of his hidden soul the sins he told, With Gothic imagery of darker shade,
Proud Alaric's descendant could not brook, Forming a model meet for minstrel line.
That mortal man his bearing should behold, Go, seek such theme!"_The mountain spirit Or boast that he had seen, when conscience shook said:
Fear tame a monarch's brow, remorse a warrior's With filial awe I heard--I heard, and I obeyed.
The old man's faded cheek waxed yet more pale, VISION OF DON RODERICK. As many a secret sad the king bewrayed;
And sign and glance eked out the unfinished tale,
When in the midst his faltering whisper staid.' REARING their crests amid the cloudless skies,
“ Thus royal Witiza* was slain, s-he said; And darkly clustering in the pale moonlight,
“Yet, holy father, deem not it was I.”Toledo's holy towers and spires arise,
Thus still Ambition strives her crime to shade As from a trembling lake of silver white. “O rather deem 'twas stern necessity! Their mingled shadows intercept the sight
Self-preservation bade, and I must kill or die. of the broad burial-ground outstretched below, And nought disturbs the silence of the night;
|« And if Florinda's shrieks alarmed the air, All sleeps in sullen shade, or silver glow,
If she invoked her absent sire in vain, All save the heavy swell of Teio's ceaseless flow.
W. And on her knees implored that I would spare, II.
Yet, reverend priest, thy sentence rash refrain! All save the rushing swell of Teio's tide,
All is not as it seems—the female train _Or distant heard, a courser's neigh or tramp,
Know by their bearing to disguise their mood:” Their changing rounds as watchful horsemen ride, But Conscience here, as if in high disdain,
To guard the limits of king Roderick's camp. 1. Sent to the monarch's cheek the burning bloodFor, through the river's night-fog rolling damp, He stayed his speech abrupt-and up the prelate Was many a proud pavilion dimly seen,
stood. Which glimmer'd back, against the moon's fair
I“O hardened offspring of an iron race! Tissues of silk and silver twisted sheen,
What of thy crimes, Don Roderick, shall I say? And standards proudly pitched, and warders armed What alms, or prayers, or penance can efface between.
Murder's dark spot, wash treason's stain away! III.
For the foul ravisher how shall I pray, But of their monarch's person keeping ward, Who, scarce repentant, makes his crime his
Since last the deep-mouth'd bell of vespers toll'd... boast?
How hope Almighty vengeance shall delay,
He spare the shepherd, lest the guiltless sheep be Who, for the cap of steel and iron mace,
lost!” — Bear slender darts, and casques bedeck'd with gold,
X. While silver-studded belts their shoulders grace, Then kindled the dark tyrant in his mood, Where ivory quivers ring in the broad falchion's! And to his brow returned its dauntless gloom; place.
“And welcome then,” he cried, “ be blood for IV.
blood In the light language of an idle court,
For treason treachery, for dishonour doom! They murmured at their master's long delay, Yet will I know whence come they, or by whom. And held his lengthened orisons in sport:
| Show, for thou canst give forth the fated key, “ What! will Don Roderick here till morning And guide me, priest, to that mysterious room, stay,
Where, if aught true in old tradition be, To wear in shrift and prayer the night away?. His nation's future fate a Spanish king shall And are his hours in such dull penance past,
see.”-6 For fair Florinda's plundered charms to pay?"'5 Then to the east their weary eyes they cast,
IIl-fated prince! recal the desperate word, And wished the lingering dawn would glimmer | Or pause ere yet the omen thou obey! forth at last.
Bethink yon spell-bound portal would afford
...Never to former monarch entrance-way; But, far within, Toledo's prelate lent
Nor shall it ever ope, old records say, An ear of fearful wonder lo the king;
Save to a king, the last of all his line, The silver lamp a fitful lustre sent,
What time his empire totters to decay, So long that sad confession witnessing:
And treason digs, beneath, her fatal mine, For Roderick told of many a hidden thing, And, high above, impends avenging wrath divine.
Such as are lothly uttered to the air, When Fear, Remorse, and Shame, the bosom – Prelate! a monarch's fate brooks no delay; wring,
Lead on!" - The ponderous key the old man And Guilt his secret burthen cannot bear,
took. And Conscience seeks in speech a respite from And held the winking lamp, and led the way, Despair.
By winding stair, dark aisle, and secret nook, VI.
• The predecessor of Roderick upon the Spanish throne, Full on the prelate's face, and silver hair,
and slain by his connivance, as is affirmed by Rodriguez The stream of failing light was feebly rolled; of Toledo, the father of Spanish history.