Calliope; A Collection of Poems, Legendary and Pathetic

Calliope; A Collection of Poems, Legendary and Pathetic

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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. 1814 edition. Excerpt: ...wis he stood not still, And soon he met fair Emmeline's page Come elimhing up the hill. 'Now Christ thee save, thou little foot-page, Now Christ thee save and see Oh tell me how does thy lady gay, And what may the tidings he?' 'My lady she is all woe-hegone, And the tears they fall from her eyne; And aye she laments the deadly feud Between her house and thine.; And here she sends thee a silken searf Bedew' d with many a tear, And hids tltee sometimes think on her, Who lovtd thee so dear. 'And here she sends thee a ring of gold, The last hoon them mayst have, And hids thee wear it Cor her sake, Wlren she is laid in grave. 'For ah her gentle heart is hroke, And in grave soon must she he, Sinee her father hath ehose her a new love, And forhid her to think of thee. Her father hath hrought her a ehurlish knight, Sir John of the north eountry, And within three days she must him wed, Or he vows he will her slay. Now hie thee haek, thou little foot-page, And greet thy Lady from me, And tell her that I her own true love Will die, or set her free. 'Now hie thee haek, thou little foot-page, And let thy fair Lady know This night will I he at her ho, ver-window, Betide me weal or woe.' The hoy he tripped, the hoy he ran, He neither stint nor stay'd Until he eame to fair Emmeline's hower, When, kneeling down, he said, 'O Lady, I've heen with thy own true love, And he greets thee well hy me; This night will he he at thy hower-window, And die or set thee free.' Now day was gone, ami night was eome, And all were fast asleep, All save the Lady Emmeline, Who sat in her ho, ver to weep: And soon she heard her true love's voiee Low whispering at the wall, 'Awake, auake, my dear Lady, 'Tis I, thy true love, eall. 'Awake, awake, my Lady dear, Come, mount this fair.
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  • Paperback | 70 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236562577
  • 9781236562579