But all unconscious of the double foe, 117 Paused Arthur, where his resting-place the dove Seem'd to select,-his couch a mound below; A bowering beech his canopy above: From his worn steed the Barded mail released, And left it, reinless, to its herbage-feast.
"The Poetical Works of Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton, Bart. M.P."
Edward Bulwer Lytton