Rouz’d vigorous by the morning air,
So quits the monarch stag his lair;[[52]]
With fresh fray’d beams his rival seeks;[[53]]
His meditated vengeance wreaks;
And, stamping on the mountain’s brow,
Claims homage from the vale below.
On yonder castled cliff of old,[[54]]
Needwood, how throng’d thy archers bold,
When there, for deeds of arms array’d,
His banner princely Gaunt display’d!