The attending maidens smiled to see, The precious juice the Minstrel quaffed; Looked gaily back to them, and laughed. Swelled his old veins, and cheered his soul; Ere thus his tale again began. THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. CANTO THIRD. I. AND said I that my limbs were old; And that my kindly fire was fled, So foul, so false, a recreant prove! |