Chapter CLXVIII

Meantime the Count Rolland revives.--Erect
He stands, but with great pain; then downward looks
And upward. Then he sees the noble lord
The Archbishop, holy minister of God,
Beyond his comrades lying on the sward
Stretched out.--He lifts his eyes to Heav'n, recalls
His sins, and raising both his joined hands,
He prays Our God to grant him paradise.--
Turpin, Carle's Knight, is dead, who all his life,
With doughty blows and sermons erudite,
Ne'er ceased to fight the Pagans. May the Lord
Grant him His holy blessing evermore!
Aoi.