Warrior purer, gentler, braver,
Never shall behold the light.
They may not be good poetry, but Monk Lewis, the author, never wrote any
others as good. Then Lockhart’s _Spanish Ballads_ were given me, and in
one of the best of those stirring rhymes, Bernardo del Carpio’s bearding
of his King, I read--
The life of King Alphonso I saved at Roncesval,
Your word, Lord King, was recompense abundant for it all;