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The Wandering Knight of Dunstanborough Castle, and Miscellaneous Poems

The Wandering Knight of Dunstanborough Castle, and Miscellaneous Poems

Service, James

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ISBN10: 115133734X
ISBN13: 9781151337344
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 64
Weight: 0.23
Height: 0.15 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1822 Excerpt: ... II. Where be the garments thou hast worn? And where thine aspect mild? Those wretched weeds are rude and torn--Thy looks are wan and wild--When I did gaze upon thee last, Thou satt'st in gallant trim, On a fiery courser prancing past, Full stout of heart and limb! Then whence this woeful change of thine, O weeping page of Carleybyne? III. And dost thou, wanderer, bid me tell Why the tear is in mine e'e? Why lone and sullen I list to dwell, And lean by this aged tree?--O hie thee on thy darksome way, And wrap thee from the cold; The winds shall bleach my raven locks grey Ere that dark tale be told! Thou mayest not know this grief of mine, (Quoth the weeping page of Carleybyne.) IV. Upspolce the wanderer again--When last I gazed on thee, Thou loneliest of lonely men, How blithe thou seemedst to be. Thou rod'st a red-cross knight behind, In fair array bedight; His white plume wantoned in the wind His arms were flashing bright--Then, where that stately lord of thine, O weeping page of Carleybyne. V. And by his side a lady fair On a milk-white palfrey yade; I wot they were a graceful pair As e'er in Britain rode. Adown her form her glosay hair In reckless beauty flowed; The diamond sbeen that sparkled there, Not half so beauteous showed. Then, where that lady fair of thine, O weeping page of Carleybyne? VI. I marked them ride by evening tide, When the sun was in the west, By yonder welling fountain's side, Where weary pilgrims rest And there an aged man did stay His trembling limbs--to drink--His locks with eld all hoary grey Hung o'er the bason's brink. Why followed he that lord of thine, O weeping page of Carleybyne? VII. Alas! no aged man was he; Nor pilgrim weak and worn! My bitterest curse upon him be--A guilty wretch forlorn! The curse to roam ete...

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