The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. the Ballad and Song Writers. the Religious Poets

The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. the Ballad and Song Writers. the Religious Poets

By (author) 

List price: US$21.16

Currently unavailable

Add to wishlist

AbeBooks may have this title (opens in new window).

Try AbeBooks


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...just five miles from Salisbury town, And but one hour to day. Thud! THUD! came on the heavy roan, Rap! RAP! the mettled gray; But my chestnut mare was of blood so rare, That she showed them all the way. Spur on! spur on! I doffed my hat, And wished them all good day. They splashed through miry rut and pool, --Splintered through fence and rail; But chestnut Kate switched over the gate--I saw them droop and tail. To Salisbury town--but a mile of down, Once over this brook and rail. Trap! trap! I heard their echoing hoofs Past the walls of mossy stone; The roan flew on at a staggering pace, But blood is better than bone. I patted old Kate, and gave her the spur, For I knew it was all my own. But trample! trample! came their steeds, And I saw their wolf's eyes burn; I felt like a royal hart at bay, And made me ready to turn. I looked where highest grew the May, And deepest arched the fern. I flew at the first knave's sallow throat, --One blow, and he was down. The second rogue fired twice, and missed; I sliced the villain's crown. Clove through the rest, and flogged brave Kate, Fast, fas! to Salisbury town.' Pad! pad! they came on the level sward, Thud l thud! upon the sand; With a gleam of swords, and a burning match, And a shaking of flag and hand: But one long bound, and I passed the gate, Safe from the canting band. THE ester shook his hood and bells, and leaped upon a chair, The pages laughed, the women screamed, and tossed their scented hair; The falcon whistled, staghounds bayed, the lapdog barked without, The scullion dropped the pitcher brown, the cook railed at the loutl The steward, counting out his gold, let pouch and money fall, And why? because the Jester rose to say grace in the hall! The page played more

Product details

  • Paperback | 68 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236982428
  • 9781236982421