Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern Volume 3

Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern Volume 3

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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. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ... lay, And deign to partake of our cheer." The lady is silent; the stranger complies; His vizor he slowly unclosed: Oh! then what a sight met Fair Imogine's eyes! What words can express her dismay and surprise, When a skeleton's head was exposed! All present then utter'd a terrified shout; All turn'd with disgust from the scene. The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, And sported his eyes and his temples about, While the spectre address'd Imogine: "Behold me, thou false one! behold me!" he cried; " Remember Alonzo the Brave! God grants that, to punish thy falsehood and pride, My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy side, Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride, And bear thee away to the grave! " Thus saying, his arms round the lady he wound, While loudly she shriek'd in dismay, Then sank with his prey through the wide-yawning ground: Nor ever again was Fair Imogine found, Or the spectre who bore her away. Not long lived the Baron: and none since that time To inhabit the castle presume; For chronicles tell, that, by order sublime, There Imogine suffers the pain of her crime, And mourns her deplorable doom. At midnight four times in each year does her sprite, When mortals in slumber are bound, Array'd in her bridal apparel of white, Appear in the hall with the skeleton-knight, And shriek as he whirls her around. While they drink out of skulls newly torn from the grave, Dancing round them pale spectres are seen: Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave They howl: --" To the health of Alonzo the Brave, And his consort, the False Imogine! " M. G. Lewis (The Monk). %s Lord Ullin's Daughter && A Chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, " Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the...show more

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  • Paperback | 48 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 104g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236665686
  • 9781236665683