And, save his good broadsword, he
weapons had none;
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all
alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in
war,
There never was knight like the young
Lochinvar.
And then, you remember, the young knight rode fast and far, stayed not for brakes, stopped not for stones, but all in vain; for ere he alighted at Netherby Gate, the fair Ellen, overcome by parental authority, had consented to be married to another:
For a laggard in love and a dastard in