The Masonic Minstrel; A Collection of Songs, Odes, Anthems, and Occasional Pieces

The Masonic Minstrel; A Collection of Songs, Odes, Anthems, and Occasional Pieces

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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. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... shall suffice--I would it were less true. Leolf. You'll hear, and that ere long, my native air Hath done its work restorative. Farewell. Scene VIII.--In the Palace. The King and Clarenrald. Clarenbald. I swear such terror did I never see Amongst a King's retainers. My old blood Sprang to my wrinkles, where it had not been These fifty years. One said that he was sick; Another's wife was dead; a third would go, But he must have a warrant sign'd and seal'd. "Good carpet-knights!" quoth I, "not one of you Shall do this errand; for a fainting will, A gasping utterance and a frighten'd face, Shall not be bearers of the King's commands To Dunstan." Edwin. You said well; no timorous heart Shall figure me in this. Clarenbald. To do them right, They'd charge a Northman in his coat of proof And flinch not; but this shaveling's meagre face, With his mass-hackle and his reef and stole, Puts all to flight. Edwin. Lo! here's my cousin Athulf. Ask him to go. Enter Athulf. Clarenbald. My lord, well met! The King Would wish his pleasure signified to Dunstan Touching his coronation. Some there be That blink the service, lest through sorceries And conjurations of the villanous Abbot, A curse should cross them; but thy brain, we know, Brooks not such vain bewilderments. Athulf. I vow Meat to my mouth goes not with better speed Than I upon this errand. Clarenbald. Excellent! Abounding in all fortitude of soul I ever knew you. Here's St. Tibba's thumb, A relic of much price, which ne'er till now Was parted from me; put it in your vest, And heartily we bid you well to fare. Scene IX.--A Corridor in a Monastery at Sheen. Two Monks. First Monk. He slept two hours--no more; then raised his head, And said 'Methinks it raineth.' Second Monk. Twice more

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  • Paperback | 120 pages
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  • English
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