The varying interval displays
No vantage to the flight or chase;
What gain affords each gentle slope
To sturdier limb and Dayrell's hope,
The level sward reclaimed once more
Ere Godfrey traversed Ribstone Moor,
And saw against the burning sky
The distant castle dark and high,
The bastioned wall, the stately keep

That frowns o'er Knaresburgh's dizzy steep
And high above the silent town

The broad white standard proudly thrown
Then hope revived in Godfrey's breast,
Till now by scorn of life possest,
'Twas hope to win the well-run race,
And baulk the still relentless chase,
Not love of life, nor dread of death
That stayed his hand from dagger sheath,
And sealed his lips since Bryan fell
With silence as of magic spell.

That hope redoubled with the sight
Of Knaresburgh's castle-crowned height,
And freed him from the desperate pride
That spared his charger's pace to chide,
And scorned, though life were in the sma
To wound that gallant charger's heart.
E'en now reluctant and distrest
Godfrey must steel his ruthful breast
Ere the swift blow and armed heel
His charger's quivering flank may feel:
Then braced once more to utmost speed
His failing limbs the willing steed,
And, reeling blind but resolute,
Left far behind the fierce pursuit.

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The varying interval displays
No vantage to the flight or chase;
What gain affords each gentle slope
To sturdier limb and Dayrell's hope,
The level sward reclaimed once more
Ere Godfrey traversed Ribstone Moor,
And saw against the burning sky
The distant castle dark and high,
The bastioned wall, the stately keep

That frowns o'er Knaresburgh's dizzy steep,
And high above the silent town

The broad white standard proudly thrown;
Then hope revived in Godfrey's breast,
Till now by scorn of life possest,
'Twas hope to win the well-run race,
And baulk the still relentless chase,
Not love of life, nor dread of death
That stayed his hand from dagger sheath,
And sealed his lips since Bryan fell
With silence as of magic spell.
That hope redoubled with the sight
Of Knaresburgh's castle-crowned height,
And freed him from the desperate pride
That spared his charger's pace to chide,
And scorned, though life were in the smart,
To wound that gallant charger's heart.
E'en now reluctant and distrest
Godfrey must steel his ruthful breast
Ere the swift blow and armed heel
His charger's quivering flank may feel:
Then braced once more to utmost speed
His failing limbs the willing steed,
And, reeling blind but resolute,
Left far behind the fierce pursuit.

CHAPTER XXXI.

WAITING FOR TIDINGS OF THE BATTLE-KNARES-
BURGH.

ALL day the castle ramparts rang
With martial tread and armour clang,
All day the anxious sentinel
List to the sounds upon the gale,
And strove with piercing glance to spy
Some signs of war on earth or sky;
Above, each gust of wind unrolled
The broad white standard's ample fold,
That flag which scorned the Scottish might,
And dared the Douglas to the fight,
When Randolph plied the wanton torch
In transept, aisle, and sculptured porch,
Ere on their drear and blackened track
The fierce marauders hurried back;
That standard waves as proudly now
High o'er the precipice's brow,
And cheer or stern defiance sends
Far o'er the vale to foes or friends.

Beneath, the broad white circle round
Of rampart marked the castle's bound,
And, rising at brief interval,

Ten sturdy bastions break the wall,
And high o'er moat and dizzy steep
Their stern and silent vigil keep;
And far that precipice below
The winding Nidd in rippling flow
Dances through sun and shade along
With murmurs of her summer song,

The varying interval displays
No vantage to the flight or chase;
What gain affords each gentle slope
To sturdier limb and Dayrell's hope,
The level sward reclaimed once more
Ere Godfrey traversed Ribstone Moor,
And saw against the burning sky
The distant castle dark and high,
The bastioned wall, the stately keep

That frowns o'er Knaresburgh's dizzy steep,
And high above the silent town

The broad white standard proudly thrown;
Then hope revived in Godfrey's breast,
Till now by scorn of life possest,
'Twas hope to win the well-run race,
And baulk the still relentless chase,
Not love of life, nor dread of death
That stayed his hand from dagger sheath,
And sealed his lips since Bryan fell
With silence as of magic spell.
That hope redoubled with the sight
Of Knaresburgh's castle-crowned height,
And freed him from the desperate pride
That spared his charger's pace to chide,
And scorned, though life were in the smart,
To wound that gallant charger's heart.
E'en now reluctant and distrest
Godfrey must steel his ruthful breast
Ere the swift blow and armed heel
His charger's quivering flank may feel:
Then braced once more to utmost speed
His failing limbs the willing steed,
And, reeling blind but resolute,
Left far behind the fierce pursuit.