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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The fair Isabel of Cotehele | ||
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“In vain did I a parley call—“All had rush'd in—aye, one and all!
“My voice was scorn'd, and vengeance flash'd;
“On either side as broadswords clash'd!
“And deafening were the dissonant jars
“Of hawbecks and of visor-bars;
“And like hoar-frost, was scatter'd round
“The plumage that had helmets crown'd;
“And flew from the troop of the western chief
“Of cross-bow arrows oft a sheaf;
“And splinter'd were spears of long tough yew,
“And iron corslets were pierc'd thro':
“And lances were shiver'd, and daggers embru'd
“In fountains of fraternal blood!
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“And rough knarled trunks and branches bled,
“As if its vital fluid broke
“From the heart of the forest-oak!
“And the old wreath'd roots were clotted with gore;
“When I heard—“Trevanion's bowmen are fled!
“And many lie low to rise no more!”
“And lo! some struggled the crag to scale;
“Some buffeted, from terror pale,
“The stream, and struck into the glen,
“Or flounder'd in the sedgy fen.
“His rider gone, from his nostrils a horse
“Here snorted forth lightnings or trampled a corse!
The fair Isabel of Cotehele | ||