As Percy ceas'd, the bugles blew; Strait to the sound his yeomen flew ; The slumbering stag-hound heard the note, And starting, bay'd with answering throat, Then lightly bounded on before ; While thronging fast, with loud uproar, Their bows the ready archers took; Their scatter'd force, so widely cast An arrow from his broad belt drew, And ere he fix'd it on the string, Twang'd the strong cord, and prov'd its spring. Proudly advanc'd before the rest, His coal-black steed the Percy prest; And scarce his warlike ranks array'd, Borne on a charger, white as snow, With steel-sperth at his saddle-bow, And milk-white plume and visor shut, A stately warrior rode amain; Behind, a long unbroken train Thro' the deep pass in silence wound, Save that along the hollow ground Ran their quick footsteps' sullen roar; |