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445And, on his courser mounting light,He seem'd to vanish from my sight:The moonbeam droop'd, and deepest night Sunk down upon the heath.—  'Twere long to tell what cause I have450   To know his face, that met me there,  Call'd by his hatred from the grave,   To cumber upper air:Dead, or alive, good cause had heTo be my mortal enemy.'
XXII.455Marvell'd Sir David of the Mount;Then, learn'd in story, 'gan recount Such chance had happ'd of old,When once, near Norham, there did fightA spectre fell of fiendish might,460In likeness of a Scottish knight, With Brian Bulmer bold,And train'd him nigh to disallowThe aid of his baptismal vow.'And such a phantom, too, 'tis said,465With Highland broadsword, targe, and plaid And fingers red with gore,Is seen in Rothiemurcus glade,Or where the sable pine-tree shadeDark Tomantoul, and Auchnaslaid,470 Dromouchty, or Glenmore.And yet, whate'er such legends say,Of warlike demon, ghost, or lay, On mountain, moor, or plain,Spotless in faith, in bosom bold,475True son of chivalry should hold These midnight terrors vain;For seldom have such spirits powerTo harm, save in the evil hour,When guilt we meditate within,480Or harbour unrepented sin.'—
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