VI.

But when he came, though pale and wan, He look'd so great and high,{C} So noble was his manly front, So calm his steadfast eye;-- The rabble rout forbore to shout, And each man held his breath, For well they knew the hero's soul Was face to face with death. And then a mournful shudder Through all the people crept, And some that came to scoff at him, Now turn'd aside and wept.