A frame of iron, a right arm long and stark,
A rough, loud voice, a visage somedale dark,
A heart which soars as dangers soar, and ne'er
Sinks save in peace.
Allan Cunningham.
42. Tall is his frame, his forehead high,
Still and mysterious is his eye;
His look is like a wintry day
When storms and winds have sunk away.
Hogg—Queen's Wake.