。，Like storm-waters over rocks.
All cloaked and masked, with naked blades,。，She who would have proudly blushed,
Which they knew not, but huge pain。，Up old pine-stems. Grave he stood
With a crimson finger drew。，
Fresh as dawn-dew: earth was ours:。，One, with winecups overstrung,
Frenzy, as a wave to shore。，
When the saddle was the bed.。，Night was on the host in arms.
XXVI。，And hearing--O the horn! the horn!
And summoned Nature to her feud。，Fear of silence made them strive
Beside him strangely a piece of the dark。，
Kingless was the army left:。，IV
Signal for the British onset。，Night, as never night before,
I。，Dry the Saxon sits, 'mid dinful
Sudden, as it were a monster oak。，Said a voice amid the host,
Kicking on her mother's knee.。，V
The lords of the Court, from the palace-door,。，Twinkling slim through branches green.
，And hearing--O the horn! the horn!。，Linked as orbed stars are linked,