The attending maidens smiled to see, Looked gaily back to them, and laughed. Swelled his old veins, and cheered his soul; A lighter, livelier prelude ran, Ere thus his tale again began. 1 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. CANTO THIRD. I. AND said I that my limbs were old And that my kindly fire was fled, So foul, so false a recreant prove! |