Wallace; Or, the Fight of Falkirk. a Metrical Romance

Wallace; Or, the Fight of Falkirk. a Metrical Romance

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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. 1809 edition. Excerpt: ...thine eyes are good, Direct them towards yon western wood--Good youth, thou wilt not long be gone, I will rest ray limbs on this mossy stone.' XXXIX. By heav'n! I paus'd not to reply, I rush'd like the wind to the mountain's height, And east and west, and low and high, I rolled my eager sight! And ere I left that mountain's brow, I saw St. Andrew's banner flow! The aged dame to her cot I led, And bade her depart in haste to bed. Then laden with blessings, away I hied To find my steed by the fountain's side. Short tale to tell--the wayward beast Was blythe to feel himself releas'd; Car'd nor for soothing word, nor threat, But bounded away as an arrow fleet; In vain I fretted, chaf'd, and toil el. The wanton beast my efforts foil cl; Much time, and breath, and labour lost, At length my courser's back I cross'd. XL. As northward I my journey held, To gain the Carron's winding strand, A joyful pageant I beheld, Old Scotland's sons, a crested band, Were spread o'er Stirling's marshy land! Securely placed, I watch'd the host, While Carron's dangerous stream they cross And hovering near, still undescried, Each motion of the march I spied. With dust all blinded and besprent, Close to their side my steps I bent; Nor did I leave them, 'till at last, Near Falkirk's walls the halt was pass'd: Some men of God, mid the armed crowd, Beg'd heaven's smile, with sad appeal; Then helmets bright, and plumage proud, To the green earth imploring bow'd, And stretch'd in suppliant act a thousand hands of steel XLI.. On Edward's lips play'd a gloomy smile, For his brow was furrow d by frowns the while; The Leech stood staring all aloof, For he call'd for his cuirass, of battle proof! "Oh! bring me my steed, my gallant steed! Hang a biting axe at his saddle bow! Give...
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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123661206X
  • 9781236612069