XVI. In dreamy thought I seem'd to stand Frown'd over the surrounding plain, In all the majesty of feudal pride; High on the battlements the Norman pendants ride. XVII. In terror and amazement then I heard a warlike blast Resound beyond the woody glen, Wild echoing from the west, XVIII. Of men, in ancient armour dress'd, Halberts and spears, large swords they bore; One stately chief above the rest A plumy helmet proudly wore, Before his frown the stoutest heart might quail, XIX. A train of warriors guard a band Of men disarm'd and bound, Who wait the feudal chief's command, The Norman chieftain, as this band drew nigh, XX. Henrich, the Norman hangman, came, Engines of death in either hand And soon a saxon chief of fame d; Stood sever'd from the captive band; The murdering rope coil'd tightly round his throat, He soon hung lifeless o'er the Castle's moat. XXI. An awful silence reigned, while death, Ready with rope to choke the breath, Or headsman's axe, to shed the blood Of victims, who stood pale and silent there, Eying their leader's corpse, in mute despair. XXII. WALTHEOF this dismal silence broke; "Ye saxon churls attend: I'll bind on you a heavier yoke, Your stubborn souls to bend! You see the fate of vassals who rebel : XXIII. The Normans drew their blades of steel, And drove the Saxons on, like sheep Condemn'd the butcher's knife to feel, Forward, to where the Castle's keep Open'd its ponderous gloomy barrier gate, Its iron jaws devouring men, like fate. XXIV. In this confusion I seem'd driven along, Speechless, with terror, in the saxon crowd; Horror held mute my nerveless palsied tongue ; My spirit sunk, to apathy subdu'd: As thro' the cavern'd archways all were driven, From human aid cut off-no hope but heaven. XXV. Down many a dark and winding stair, We reach'd the dungeon's dark abode; A floor of clay-no light-no air All life extinct, unless some toad Crawl'd, blacker than the gloomy frightful den; A home for demons, but the grave for men. XXVI. The walls held rusty iron rings, Chains, and rude manacles to bind ; And tools, whose torturing deadly stings, Men used to crucify their kind: All these shone darkly, by the feeble ray Of sickly taper, held to guide their way. XXVII. Each ring held two chain'd captives bound; One ring remain'd, and massy chain; XXVIII. The Normans turn'd to their last prey, Their swords held resolute, to slay, If I oppos'd-or spoke In agony I scream'd aloud-the stroke Of every arm and sword was rais'd-I shudder'd, and awoke. XXIX. My grateful heart lept light and free, To find myself alone; My dream and fear—vacuity Warriors and dungeon-gone. A prayer of gratitude, that feudal times had fled, I humbly raised to heaven, and turn'd again in bed! STANZA. Away! to the battle field away! The red-cross banner waves on high; On fields of carnage, spread afar The follies of mistaken men, Who strive, by force, to govern mind; Religion's holy doctrine then Becomes a scourge among mankind. Vain man, how headstrong, vain, and blind! When selfish passions guide and rule ; Repentance following behind, Exclaims at last, "forbear fond fool!" To spread their poison o'er life's scene, Fly in alarm, where wars have been, |