When Roderick foray’d Devan-side;
The gay bridegroom resistance made,
And felt our Chief’s unconquer’d blade.
I marvel she is now at large,
But oft she ’scapes from Maudlin’s charge.—
Hence, brain-sick fool!”—He raised his bow:—
“Now, if thou strikest her but one blow,
I’ll pitch thee from the cliff as far
As ever peasant pitch’d a bar!”[264]—
“Thanks, champion, thanks!” the maniac cried,