Though many a goodly bough is rent.”
XIV.
The Chieftain rear’d his form on high,
And fever’s fire was in his eye;
But ghastly, pale, and livid streaks
Checker’d his swarthy brow and cheeks.
—“Hark, Minstrel! I have heard thee play,
With measure bold, on festal day,
In yon lone isle, ... again where ne’er
Shall harper play, or warrior hear!