In youth, might tame his rage for arms;
And still in age he spurned at rest,
And still his brows the helmet pressed,
Albeit the blanchèd locks below
Were white as Dinlay’s spotless snow.”[6]
With these, read also the answer of the lady of Branksome, 23rd and 24th stanzas,—
“ ‘Say to your lords of high emprize,
Who war on women and on boys,—
For the young heir of Branksome’s line,