When through the hall Jane, trembling, passèd by
They saw, unveil’d, her brilliant sparkling eye
As round she gazed upon the chandeliers,
That here and there lit up the winding stairs;
And swords and bucklers, which had hung for years,
Seem’d coalescing, with the central vase[200]
Which saved its perfumes until then, and rose
In all its fresh and lovely fragrancy
To greet the stranger: but, Lord Arnold, he
Observing his dear Jane’s timidity