And all his heart was sore with what he saw, For he met none to wish him once "God speed;" So he spurr'd onward swifter to the place Where lurk'd the monster that thus spoil'd the land; And long the road seem'd to him in his wrath.

Not fiercer pours the avalanche Adown the steep incline, That rises o'er the parent springs Of rough and rapid Rhine Scarce swifter shoots the bolt from heaven Than came the Scottish band, Right up against the guarded trench,

They went round swifter and swifter.

But when her head began to fall off, the driving scud was scarce swifter than her motion.

Fame built on solid virtue swifter flies, Than morning light can spread my eastern skies.