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And now, the Baron leaves the hall;
His chieftains pass the goblet round,
When from the castle's outer wall
Arose a harp's melodious sound.
His chieftains pass the goblet round,
When from the castle's outer wall
Arose a harp's melodious sound.
Dark brows and rugged breasts had they;
But, who the minstrel's power withstands?
Who loves not well the rapturous lay,
Or pleasant tales from distant lands?
But, who the minstrel's power withstands?
Who loves not well the rapturous lay,
Or pleasant tales from distant lands?
Well pleas'd the stubborn warriors smil'd;
The iron gates were backward flung:
And soon the harper's descant wild
Through Mitford's echoing turrets rung.
The iron gates were backward flung:
And soon the harper's descant wild
Through Mitford's echoing turrets rung.
And high and haughty was the lay,
That sweetly flow'd in Provence tongue;
Of tourneys, lords and ladies gay,
A wondrous tale the minstrel sung.
That sweetly flow'd in Provence tongue;
Of tourneys, lords and ladies gay,
A wondrous tale the minstrel sung.
