The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes |
I. |
I. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
I. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. | XXII. CROSSBOW |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXIX. |
XXX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVI. |
XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed | ||
XXII. CROSSBOW
Sir Eustace goes to the far Crusade
In radiant armour drest;
And my First is graven on his blade,
And broidered on his breast.
In radiant armour drest;
And my First is graven on his blade,
And broidered on his breast.
And a flush is on his cheek and brow.
And a fever in his blood,
As he stands upon my Second now,
And gazes on the flood.
And a fever in his blood,
As he stands upon my Second now,
And gazes on the flood.
Away, away!—the canvas drives
Like a sea-bird's rustling wing;
My Whole hath a score of Moslem lives
Upon its twanging string.
Like a sea-bird's rustling wing;
My Whole hath a score of Moslem lives
Upon its twanging string.
The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed | ||