The Cavalier was slightly form’d, And of the middle size, With reddish beard, a restless mouth, And most unquiet eyes. His visage pale and dry appear’d, Nose sharp and of a crook, Noble his port, but sinister And terrible his look. In a red mantle he was wrapp’d, With golden plates o’erspread, And gracefully his cap was placed On one side on his head. With measured steps, from end to end, He paced along the room, And different passions o’er his face Though silent seem’d to come. At times he reddens, darting round Fierce looks, that seem to tell, As flames cast forth from eyes of fire, The very deeds of hell. And now a fierce and bitter smile The extended lip displays, Or on the gilded roof he fix’d A darkly lowering gaze. Now hastening on his course, from head To foot he trembles o’er, And now proceeds his noble mien Of calmness to restore. Thus have I seen a tiger fierce, Now tranquil, now with rage Revolve himself each side across, And round his narrow cage. Thus pacing o’er the carpet there His footsteps are not heard, But soundless they, yet were distinct As ever that he stirr’d, The crackling of his arms and knees: In distant lands, ’tis said, That with like noise has Heaven supplied, For man to shun in dread, O, wonder rare! a serpent, named Thence Rattlesnake, that springs Quick at the moment it comes nigh, And kills whome’er it stings. The Lady was Padillia, That sat in mournful strain; And the stern silent Cavalier Don Pedro, King of Spain. III.