Excerpt: ... rode by Ulnor's shore at dawn, I saw no ancient dame and cot; I saw but startl'd doe and fawn- Thy bourne thou yet hast told me not." "O let me pass-my father lies Long-stretch'd in coffin and in shroud, - Where Ulnor's turrets climb the skies, Where Ulnor's battlements are proud!" "I rode by Ulnor's walls at noon; I heard no bell for passing sprite; And saw no henchman straik'd for tomb; Thou hast not told thy bourne aright." "O let me pass-a monk doth dwell In lowly hut by Ulnor's shrine; I seek the holy ...
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Excerpt: ... rode by Ulnor's shore at dawn, I saw no ancient dame and cot; I saw but startl'd doe and fawn- Thy bourne thou yet hast told me not." "O let me pass-my father lies Long-stretch'd in coffin and in shroud, - Where Ulnor's turrets climb the skies, Where Ulnor's battlements are proud!" "I rode by Ulnor's walls at noon; I heard no bell for passing sprite; And saw no henchman straik'd for tomb; Thou hast not told thy bourne aright." "O let me pass-a monk doth dwell In lowly hut by Ulnor's shrine; I seek the holy friar's cell, That he may shrive this soul of mine." "I rode by Ulnor's shrine this day, I saw no hut-no friar's cowl; I heard no holy hermit pray- I heard but hooting of the owl!" "O let me pass-time flies apace- And since thou wilt not let me be; I tryst with chief of Ulnor's race, Beneath the spreading hawthorn tree!" "I rode beside the bonnie thorn, When this day's sun was sinking low; I saw a damsel like the morn, I saw a knight with hound and bow; The chief was chief of Ulnor's name, The maid was of a high degree; I saw him kiss the lovely dame, I saw him bend the suitor's knee! "I saw the fond glance of his eye To her red cheek red roses bring; Between them, as my steed flew by, I saw them break a golden ring." "O wouldst thou know, thou curious knight, Where Mary's bourne to-night will be? Since thou has seen such traitor sight, Beneath the blooming hawthorn tree." Fair shone the yellow of her locks, Her cheek and bosom's drifted snow; She leap'd adown the sharp grey rocks, She sought the sullen pool below. The knight his iron vizard rais'd, He caught young Mary to his heart; She lifted up her head and gaz'd- She drew her yellow locks apart. The roses touch'd her lovely face; The lilies white did faint and flee; The knight was chief of Ulnor's race, - His only true love still was she! "IN EXCHANGE FOR HIS SOUL!..".
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Add this copy of Old Spookses' Pass, Malcolm's Katie, and Other Poems to cart. $20.12, new condition, Sold by Ingram Customer Returns Center rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from NV, USA, published 2011 by Tredition Classics.
Add this copy of Old Spookses' Pass, Malcolm's Katie, and Other Poems to cart. $30.21, new condition, Sold by Ria Christie Books rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Uxbridge, MIDDLESEX, UNITED KINGDOM, published 2011 by Tredition Classics.