Dramatic Lyrics.
His face before, but, at first view,
I felt quite sure that God had set
Himself to Satan; who would spend
A minute's mistrust on the end?
I felt quite sure that God had set
Himself to Satan; who would spend
A minute's mistrust on the end?
xiii.
He strode to Gauthier, in his throat
Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth
With one back-handed blow that wrote
In blood men's verdict there. North, South,
East, West, I looked. The lie was dead,
And damned, and truth stood up instead.
He strode to Gauthier, in his throat
Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth
With one back-handed blow that wrote
In blood men's verdict there. North, South,
East, West, I looked. The lie was dead,
And damned, and truth stood up instead.
xiv.
This glads me most, that I enjoyed
The heart of the joy, nor my content
In watching Gismond was alloyed
By any doubt of the event:
God took that on him—me he bid
Watch Gismond for my part: I did.
This glads me most, that I enjoyed
The heart of the joy, nor my content
In watching Gismond was alloyed
By any doubt of the event:
God took that on him—me he bid
Watch Gismond for my part: I did.
xv.
Did I not watch him while he let
His armourer just brace his greaves,
Rivet his hauberk, on the fret
The while! His foot . . my memory leaves
No least stamp out, nor how anon
He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.
Did I not watch him while he let
His armourer just brace his greaves,
Rivet his hauberk, on the fret
The while! His foot . . my memory leaves
No least stamp out, nor how anon
He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.
xvi.
And e'en before the trumpet's sound
Was finished there lay prone the Knight,
And e'en before the trumpet's sound
Was finished there lay prone the Knight,
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