And oft, their faintly wand’ring light
Illum’d the Chapel aisles at night,
’Till Morn’s broad eye, was beaming.
GOLFRE,
PART FOURTH.
The Maid refus’d the Baron’s suit,
For, well she lov’d another;
The angry Golfre’s vengeful rage
Nor pride nor reason could assuage,
Nor pity prompt to smother.
His Sword was gone; the Goatherd Swain