Chapter 73 No.73

Then Roderick from the Douglas broke-

765 As flashes flame through sable smoke,

Kindling its wreaths, long, dark, and low,

To one broad blaze of ruddy glow,

So the deep anguish of despair

Burst, in fierce jealousy, to air.

770 With stalwart grasp his hand he laid

On Malcolm's breast and belted plaid:

"Back, beardless boy!" h