The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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But Clifford's noble soul was not opprest,
His father's fire yet glowed within his breast;
He said—“Though long in rust our arms have lain,
Turn point to hilt, they spring out straight again.
Now let the song of Craven knights be sung
As when on Scottish shields their weapons rung.”
His father's fire yet glowed within his breast;
He said—“Though long in rust our arms have lain,
Turn point to hilt, they spring out straight again.
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As when on Scottish shields their weapons rung.”
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