Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (23) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (23)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (23)

Within a window’d niche of that high hall
Sate Brunswick’s fated chieftain; he did hear
That sound the first amidst the festival,
And caught its tone with Death’s prophetic ear;
And when they smiled because he deem’d it near,
His heart more truly knew that peal too well
Which stretch’d his father on a bloody bier,
And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell:
He rush’d into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell