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The fair Isabel of Cotehele

a Cornish romance, in six cantos. By the author of Local attachment, and translator of Theocritus [i.e. Richard Polwhele]

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But hark—the blast of the war-horn—
(She wakes to a wild wintry morn!)
Grasping at her dream in vain,
She wakes to keener pain.
The neigh, the prance, and now more near
The horse-hoof clatters on her ear,
Mingled with other sounds of fear—
The Wardour's voice, the pondrous gate,
And ringing shields and spears that wait
Her valorous sire, the good old knight

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In mail and high plum'd helmet dight,
And the rush of the troop in war's attire
That close around her valorous sire.