And knights and fair-ones quaff’d the radiant bowl.
Thus the blithe evening; (But that “cottage queen”
Still haunted Arnold ’midst the dazzling scene.)
Behold those weapons pensile on the walls,—
Huge carbines, fraught of yore with deadly balls;
Shields, bucklers, swords, rough usage seem’d to show,
And batter’d helmets point the mortal blow.
Their battle-work was long since nobly done:
And those who wielded them, ah! long since gone!
There also hung the pictures of the fray,