A Selection from the Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed

A Selection from the Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed

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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. 1865* edition. Excerpt: ...who would reign o'er vale and hill, If woman's heart were rebel still?" One jerk, and there a lady lay, A lady wondrous fair; But the rose of her lip had faded away, And her cheek was as white and as cold as clay, And torn was her raven hair. " Ah ha! " said the Fisher, in merry guise, " Her gallant was hooked before;" And the Abbot heaved some piteous sighs, For oft he had blessed those deep blue eyes, The eyes of Mistress Shore! There was turning of keys, and creaking of locks, As he took forth a bait from his iron box. Many the cunning sportsman tried, Many.he flung with a frown aside; A minstrel's harp, and a miser's chest, A hermit's cowl, and a baron's crest, Jewels of lustre, robes of price, Tomes of heresy, loaded dice, And golden cups of the brightest wine That ever was pressed from the Burgundy vine. There was a perfume of sulphur and nitre As he came at last to a bishop's mitre! From top to toe the Abbot shook, As the Fisherman armed his golden hook, And awfully were his features wrought By some dark dream or wakened thought. Look how the fearful felon gazes On the scaffold his country's vengeance raises, When the lips are cracked and the jaws are dry With the thirst which only in death shall die: Mark the mariner's frenzied frown As the swaling wherry settles down, When peril has numbed the sense and will Though the hand and the foot may struggle still: Wilder far was the Abbot's glance, Deeper far was the Abbot's trance: Fixed as a monument, still as air, He bent no knee, and he breathed no prayer; But he signed--he knew not why or how--The sign of the Cross on his clammy brow. There was turning of keys, and creaking of locks, As he stalked away with his iron box. " O ho! O ho! The cock doth crow; It is time for the Fisher to rise...show more

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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236677447
  • 9781236677440