Chapter 152 No.152

He faltered thanks to Heaven for life,

Redeemed, unhoped, from desperate strife;

Next on his foe his look he cast,

440 Whose every gasp appeared his last;

In Roderick's gore he dipped the braid-

"Poor Blanche! thy wrongs are dearly paid;

Yet with thy foe must die, or live,

The praise that faith and valor give."

445 With that