Neglected Genius A Poem. Illustrating the Untimely And Unfortunate Fate Of Many British Poets; From the Period of Henry the Eighth to the Aera of the Unfortunate Chatterton. Containing Imitations of their Different Styles, &c. &c. By W. H. Ireland |
The Tourneie,
CLEPED
CHEVAULERIE
OFF THE POYNTELLES.
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Neglected Genius | ||
The Tourneie, CLEPED CHEVAULERIE OFF THE POYNTELLES.
Yn velvett grene the mee
was seemly dyghte,
The limmed brooklette oundynge flow'd alonge;
I kenn'd the merrie birds all federed bryghte,
And listeynge herde theyre swotie plesaunte songe;
And as I hede the ethie soundinge straine,
Mie breste embollen was with joie, and eke with payne.
The limmed brooklette oundynge flow'd alonge;
I kenn'd the merrie birds all federed bryghte,
And listeynge herde theyre swotie plesaunte songe;
And as I hede the ethie soundinge straine,
Mie breste embollen was with joie, and eke with payne.
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And musinge thus, I straughte
mee onn the grene,
Whan swythyn sleepe ywreene mye thoughtsome breste;
Syke vysonne thenn appered to mind's eine,
As ouphante faeries peynct whan poyntelles reste;
Lo! bards as cnyghtes of geasonne chevaulerie,
Forr grete Apollo's crowne wold tilt forr mayysterie.
Thys tourneie , as methought, the muses bless'd,
'Twas cleped Chevaulerie of Poyntelles race;
Eche cnyghte bye lemanne featliest was carress'd,
Hys semlykeene all comlie withe moke grace;
The lists encirclit wer withe twined bays,
A cannopie aborne lemed withe sonnie raies.
Whan swythyn sleepe ywreene mye thoughtsome breste;
Syke vysonne thenn appered to mind's eine,
As ouphante faeries peynct whan poyntelles reste;
Lo! bards as cnyghtes of geasonne chevaulerie,
Forr grete Apollo's crowne wold tilt forr mayysterie.
Thys tourneie , as methought, the muses bless'd,
'Twas cleped Chevaulerie of Poyntelles race;
Eche cnyghte bye lemanne featliest was carress'd,
Hys semlykeene all comlie withe moke grace;
The lists encirclit wer withe twined bays,
A cannopie aborne lemed withe sonnie raies.
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These cnyghtes
yn fancie's habergeons
wer dyghte:
Som stalk'd yn sable , tragedie to shoo;
Whiles mynstrell comedie, yn azur bryghte,
Laugh'd att the merkye vysages of woo;
Som wore the rose's hue, with cristede dove,
To peyncture hem trew champyonns of all swoltrynge love.
Som stalk'd yn sable , tragedie to shoo;
Whiles mynstrell comedie, yn azur bryghte,
Laugh'd att the merkye vysages of woo;
Som wore the rose's hue, with cristede dove,
To peyncture hem trew champyonns of all swoltrynge love.
Yn blaunchie
robes som ynnocence iwreene,
Yn gules som lethalle Mars, fell chefe of warr;
Eche yn hys proper blazonrye was sene,
Yfollowyng fancie's godd yn glestreynge carr;
Ne bardic cnyghte bot thought the palm hys owne,
And sought to bee ensyrked withe the brendeynge crowne.
Yn gules som lethalle Mars, fell chefe of warr;
Eche yn hys proper blazonrye was sene,
Yfollowyng fancie's godd yn glestreynge carr;
Ne bardic cnyghte bot thought the palm hys owne,
And sought to bee ensyrked withe the brendeynge crowne.
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The winds affered
heard the trumpet's braye,
Thys sound forr maysterie the challenge gave;
Eche poyntelle tilter, ready for the fraye,
Cooched hys launce withe fancie's vigorr brave;
Whan lo! the herehaughte's beme the champion runge,
Wonderr eche eine bewryen —mute was every tonge.
Thys sound forr maysterie the challenge gave;
Eche poyntelle tilter, ready for the fraye,
Cooched hys launce withe fancie's vigorr brave;
Whan lo! the herehaughte's beme the champion runge,
Wonderr eche eine bewryen —mute was every tonge.
Emburled
cap a pee, straight grac'd the field,
A youth adyghte yn tints of fancie's hue;
Hys slenderr arme ybore a gyant's sheeld,
A bronde he grypped , myghte an hoste subdue;
He cast the gauntlette , crying, compheeres see,
A striplynge dares your witts to fraies off chevaulerie.
A youth adyghte yn tints of fancie's hue;
Hys slenderr arme ybore a gyant's sheeld,
A bronde he grypped , myghte an hoste subdue;
He cast the gauntlette , crying, compheeres see,
A striplynge dares your witts to fraies off chevaulerie.
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And spekinge thos
, he fro hys gyrdle twighte
A parchemente scrolle wyth variedd fygures grac'd;
The sonne-like beaconn met eche wondringe syghte,
The muses own'd the recorde theye hadd trac'd;
Eche quacedd shrunke, the common crie was—Yeeld!
The berne grete Chattertone, han halced all the felde.
A parchemente scrolle wyth variedd fygures grac'd;
The sonne-like beaconn met eche wondringe syghte,
The muses own'd the recorde theye hadd trac'd;
Eche quacedd shrunke, the common crie was—Yeeld!
The berne grete Chattertone, han halced all the felde.
Rous'd from dolce
slepe, uppon thys dreme I dwelte,
Arist enthoghteynge , and hent onn mye course;
Halie the poyntelle mynstrell's merritt felte,
Hys mittie pathos, and subduynge force,
I bente the knee att boyhoode's rythme adygne ,
And hallow'd Rowlei Chattertone—The Berne Divine!
Arist enthoghteynge , and hent onn mye course;
Halie the poyntelle mynstrell's merritt felte,
Hys mittie pathos, and subduynge force,
I bente the knee att boyhoode's rythme adygne ,
And hallow'd Rowlei Chattertone—The Berne Divine!
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