Classic Poem

Here for a moment paus'd the stranger knight,
New breath to take; meantime the silent tear
Stream'd down Belgardo's cheek; a strange deligh;
Mingled with horrour, and remembrance dear
Of those he loved best and held most near,
Gleam'd on his brow; his colour went and came:
Certes the good old man was pleas'd to hear,
His sons had found a never-dying name,
And flourish'd from their graves an honourable same.