5 Frown not, sweet maid! when clarions call 6 Let others quaff the Lusian wine, With eyes like lynxes' flashing : With the drums and cymbals clashing. CANTO II. No sooner ended was the song Than the lamps paled, the brilliant throng Was spread, and on the uneven ground Forth from the Castle's gate, thrown wide, While the gaunt warders stood each side, B Rode first that knightly form superb Or rather kept in the same track I heard some names that we still spell, While their hoofs scatter flakes of fire; It seem'd a band of Demon Knights, And so they travell'd all the day, As fast, as reckless, and as gay. Their coursers fleeter than the wind, They soon had left me far behind; Yet from ravines and woodlands hollow I heard them shout, and scarce dared follow. Then groans of some mishap would tell; They seem'd to ride for life or death, Around a hill I saw them sweep; And then I heard a bugle-horn Peal loud and clear; and there till morn They rested, and renew'd the feast, While I, dismounting, fed my beast. Soon as the shades of night were gone They harness'd, and again prick'd on, |