The southern entrance I pass'd through, It might be echo of my own. XX. HUS judging, for a little space I listen'd, ere I left the place; But scarce could trust my eyes, Nor yet can think they serv'd me true, When sudden in the ring I view, In form distinct of shape and hue, A mounted champion rise.— I've fought, Lord-Lion, many a day, In single fight, and mix'd affray, And ever, I myself may say, Have borne me as a knight; But when this unexpected foe Seem'd starting from the gulf below,I care not though the truth I show,— I trembled with affright; And as I placed in rest my spear, My hand so shook for very fear, XXI. HY need my tongue the issue tell? fell ; What could he 'gainst the shock of hell?— High o'er my head, with threatening hand, My dazzled eyes I upward cast,— I saw the face of one who, fled To foreign climes, has long been dead,— I well believe the last ; For ne'er, from vizor raised, did stare A human warrior, with a glare So grimly and so ghast. Thrice o'er my head he shook the blade ; 'Twere long to tell what cause I have To know his face, that met me there, Dead or alive, good cause had he To be my mortal enemy.”— XXII. ARVELL'D Sir David of the Mount; Then, learn'd in story, 'gan recount Such chance had happ'd of old, When once, near Norham, there did fight A spectre fell of fiendish might, In likeness of a Scottish knight, |