Yet e'en in that romantic age Ne'er were such charms by mortal seen While up the hall she slowly passed, And scarce the shame-faced king could brook A sage who had that look espied, Where kindling passion strove with pride, Had whispered, "Prince, beware! From the chafed tiger rend the prey, Rush on the lion when at bay, But shun that lovely snare!" XX 'At once, that inward strife suppressed, With greeting in that fair degree Are blended with such passing art As awes at once and charms the heart. Of her light maidens' idle mirth, And dignity their due; And then she prayed that he would rest XXI "The lady sate the monarch by, And with indifference seemed to hear Some inward thought to hide; And oft cast down her large dark eye, Oft checked the soft voluptuous sigh That heaved her bosom's pride. Slight symptoms these, but shepherds know How hot the mid-day sun shall glow From the mist of morning sky; And so the wily monarch guessed Than ventured to the eye. Closer he pressed while beakers rang, While maidens laughed and minstrels sang, But why pursue the common tale? · Or wherefore show how knights prevail When ladies dare to hear? Or wherefore trace from what slight cause Its source one tyrant passion draws, Till, mastering all within, Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide And folly into sin!' 50 CANTO SECOND LYULPH'S TALE CONTINUED I 'ANOTHER day, another day, Hangs useless by a lover's side. II 'Another day, another day, Than from a Saxon knight to wrest The honours of his heathen crest; Better to wreathe mid tresses brown The heron's plume her hawk struck down Than o'er the altar give to flow The banners of a Paynim foe. Thus week by week and day by day His life inglorious glides away; But she that soothes his dream with fear Beholds his hour of waking near. III 'Much force have mortal charms to stay In days of old deemed to preside |