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. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ...it irks me such ill service Should have sent us to this place, Never smote me yet, a weapon Like the charm of that sweet face. 'Sore am I, such royal beauty To so cruel death to doom, May the good Saint Remy aid her, Send her guidance through the gloom.' 'Oh, 'tis well, ' growled Tybert, 'chattering Of a wench ...
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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. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ...it irks me such ill service Should have sent us to this place, Never smote me yet, a weapon Like the charm of that sweet face. 'Sore am I, such royal beauty To so cruel death to doom, May the good Saint Remy aid her, Send her guidance through the gloom.' 'Oh, 'tis well, ' growled Tybert, 'chattering Of a wench's beauty thus. What reward for such fine service Will King Pepin yield to us?' 'Nay, our faith we prove, ' quoth Morant, Kill yon swine, and take the heart, See! we cry it is the bond-girl's, Thus. O King, we played our part. 'Well the folk will joy thereafter, Pepin fill our casques with gold.' So 'twas done--and secret revel Aliste and her mother hold. Meanwhile, ah, for shapely lady Wandering in the forest's mirk, Where in thickets coil the adders, And the grizzly wild boars lurk, Howl the wolves as gloaming darkens, Hoot the owls as starlight nears, And the leathern bats' carousal Fills her soul with virgin fears. White shapes as of saints--or darkling Devils' phantasies she sees Mingling with the mocking shadows In the great gloom-world of trees. Roots like giant muscles round her, Grating branches overhead, Tangled brushwood all about her, And behind her sounds of dread. Crooked thorn spines rend her body, Scarring whiter flesh than milk, Scarring lovely face and bosom Round as apples, soft as silk. Never knows she where to wander, This, nor that way, knows to take--Soon her courage fails her wholly, And her limbs as rushes shake. Flying, she had left her mantle, And she goes in linen white; Fairer vision never troubled Sad recluse, or anchorite. Weeping, crouching, bare-kneed, kneeling On the rough and knotty ground Praying--' Mary, Queen of Angels, Stretch thine arms and fence me round'. Crosswise her fair arms she stretches, 'Thus to...
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