Comments about George Borrow
Fridleif and Helga
The woods were in leaf, and they cast a sweet shade;
Among them walk'd Helga, the beautiful maid.
The water is dashing o'er yon little stones;
She sat down beside it, and rested her bones.
She sat down, and soon, from a bush that was near,
Sir Fridleif approach'd her with sword and with spear: