Page:The white doe of Rylstone - or, The fate of the Nortons. A poem (IA whitedoeofrylsto00wordrich).pdf/69

 He stood upon the verdant sod, Trusting himself to the earth, and God. Rare sight to embolden and inspire ! Proud was the field of Sons and Sire, Of him the most; and, sooth to say, No shape of Man in all the array So graced the sunshine of that day : The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly Personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise, In open victory o’er the weight Of seventy years, to higher height; Magnific limbs of withered state,— A face to fear and venerate,— Eyes dark and strong, and on his head Rich locks of silver hair, thick-spread, Which a brown morion half-concealed, Light as a hunter’s of the field;