Restormel: A Legend of Piers Gaveston. The Patriot Priest, and Other VersesLongmans, Green, and Company, 1875 - 212 pages |
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... hours Until the dew slipt from the flowers , And the dames made their Chestnuts foam As with their escort they went home . Here I seem like to stay as long , Though bare the board and mute the song ; For night has come , bats round me ...
... hours Until the dew slipt from the flowers , And the dames made their Chestnuts foam As with their escort they went home . Here I seem like to stay as long , Though bare the board and mute the song ; For night has come , bats round me ...
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... hours for slumber Struck , but none did their warnings number ; Until the bell of midnight knell'd , When the owls shriek'd , the beagles yell'd , The Prior and all the Monks became Cowl'd spectres , and the great log's flame Burn'd ...
... hours for slumber Struck , but none did their warnings number ; Until the bell of midnight knell'd , When the owls shriek'd , the beagles yell'd , The Prior and all the Monks became Cowl'd spectres , and the great log's flame Burn'd ...
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... hours - ay , till with solemn sound The Minster's bell peal'd only One , Which put a finish to the fun . The Mayor rotund in his apparel Look'd like a death's head on a barrel ; The Aldermen in their red robes , With faces white but ...
... hours - ay , till with solemn sound The Minster's bell peal'd only One , Which put a finish to the fun . The Mayor rotund in his apparel Look'd like a death's head on a barrel ; The Aldermen in their red robes , With faces white but ...
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... hours out of their sight , He would o'ertake them every night ; But , when they reach'd the Prior's Church , They miss'd him , and they made no search ; And towards the supper's close he came While chink'd the cups , just as the flame ...
... hours out of their sight , He would o'ertake them every night ; But , when they reach'd the Prior's Church , They miss'd him , and they made no search ; And towards the supper's close he came While chink'd the cups , just as the flame ...
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... But had not for three hours or more Seen the Red Deer ; and they were sore , And faint , and famish'd , and athirst , And hoped not for another burst . C Even the Gascon's spirits flagg'd , Their batter'd hoofs the RESTORMEL . 383.
... But had not for three hours or more Seen the Red Deer ; and they were sore , And faint , and famish'd , and athirst , And hoped not for another burst . C Even the Gascon's spirits flagg'd , Their batter'd hoofs the RESTORMEL . 383.
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bird Black Dog bow'd bower breath bright call'd CANTO Castle cell chambers Chantry Owl clouds Cornish Cornwall Cornwall's crimson dance Davies Gilbert death deep Duke of Cornwall Earl Earl of Cornwall Enrico Tazzoli fair feet fill'd Fowey friends Gascon gleam grace hath hear heard heart Heaven Heigh-ho hill honour horse hound hour Ina's Coombe Italian King Ladies lance land Lanlivery laugh'd Launceston lips lofty look'd Lostwithiel lute Margaret de Clare ne'er night o'er Ocean once pass'd PATRIOT PRIEST Piers Gaveston pour'd proved rampart reach'd Red Deer Restormel rhyme roar rose Saint Saint Neot seem'd shore show'd sigh sing smile song soon soul sound star steed stood strain sweet Table Round tears tell thou thought tones town trout turn'd twas underground My Hall VALE OF LANHERNE verse voice wall warders Warwick Warwick Castle weep wild wine words
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