Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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At Edward's call, to Bayonne's port
Mail'd knights, and men at arms resort.
The anchor's weigh'd, unfurl'd the sail:
In vain:—still adverse blows the gale.
Mail'd knights, and men at arms resort.
The anchor's weigh'd, unfurl'd the sail:
In vain:—still adverse blows the gale.
“The Lord Felton having prepared all things convenient for the voyage, went to Bayonne, where the fleet was detained by the wind.” Collins's Life of the Black Prince, p. 180.
Th' impatient chiefs a bark prepare,
A light-arm'd bark, with pliant oar
To cut the waves and coast the shore,
And to Castillia's heiress bear
The greetings of their gallant band.
The light-arm'd bark has left the land,
And the brave rowers night and day
Ply, ceaseless, to Corunna's bay.
A light-arm'd bark, with pliant oar
To cut the waves and coast the shore,
And to Castillia's heiress bear
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The light-arm'd bark has left the land,
And the brave rowers night and day
Ply, ceaseless, to Corunna's bay.
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