1038 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1806. 
Now, slow and faint, he led the way, 
Where, cloistered round, the garden lay ; 
The pillared arches were over their head, 
And beneath their feet were the bones of the dead. 
_ VI. 
Spreading herbs, and flowerets bright, 
Glistened with the dew of night ; ” 
Nor herb, nor floweret, glistened there, 
But was carved in the cloister-arches as fair. 
The monk gazed long on the lovely moon, 
Then into the night he looked forth ; 
And red and bright the streamers light 
Were dancing in the glowing north. 
So had he secn, in fair Castile, 
The youth in glittering squadrons start ; 
Sudden the flying jennet wheel, 
And hurl the unexpected dart. 
He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, 
That spirits were riding the northern light. 
1X. 
By a steel-clenched postern door, 
They entered now the chancel tall 5 
The darkened roof rose high aloof 
On pillars lofty, and light, and small ; 
The key-stone, that locked cach ribbed aisle, 
Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille ; 
The corbells * were carved grotesque and grim ; 
And the pillars with clustered shafts so trim, 
With base and with capital flourished around, 
Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound. 
X. 
Full many a scutcheon and banner, riven, 
Shook to the cold night-wind of heaven, 
Around the screened altar’s pale ; 
And there the dying lamps did burn, 
Before thy low and lonely urn, 
O gallant chief of Otterburne, 
And thine, dark knight of Liddesdale! 
O fading honours of the dead ! 
O high ambition, lowly laid ! 
* Corbells, the projections from which the arches spring, usually cut in a fan- 
tastic face, or mask. 
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