Poems and Essays By the late William Caldwell Roscoe. (Edited with a Prefatory Memoir, by his Brother-in-law, Richard Holt Hutton) |
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THE FALSE FONTANLEE.
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Alas, that knight of noble birthShould ever fall from fitting worth!
Alas, that guilty treachery
Should stain the blood of Fontanlee!
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The king hath lent a listening ear,And blacker grew his face to hear:
“By Cross,” he cried, “if thou speak right,
The Fontanlee is a traitor knight!”
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Outstepped Sir Robert of Fontanlee,A young knight and a fair to see;
Outstepped Sir Stephen of Fontanlee,
Sir Robert's second brother was he;
Outstepped Sir John of Fontanlee,
He was the youngest of these three.
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There are three gloves on the oaken boards,And three white hands on their hilted swords:
“On horse or foot, by day or night,
We stand to do our father right.”
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The Baron Tranmere hath bent his knee,And gathered him up the gages three:
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And ye know not how false your father is.
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Put on, put on your armour bright;And God in heaven help the right!”
“God help the right!” the sons replied;
And straightway on their armour did.
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The Baron Tranmere hath mounted his horse,And ridden him down the battle-course;
The young Sir Robert lifted his eyes,
Looked fairly up in the open skies:
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“If my father was true in deed and in word,Fight, O God, with my righteous sword;
If my father was false in deed or in word,
Let me lie at length on the battle-sward!”
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The Baron Tranmere hath turned his horse,And ridden him down the battle-course;
Sir Robert's vizor is crushed and marred,
And he lies his length on the battle-sward.
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Sir Stephen was an angry blade—I scarce may speak the words he said:
“Though Heaven itself were false,” cried he,
“True is my father of Fontanlee!
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And, brother, as Heaven goes with the wrong,If this lying baron should lay me along,
Strike another blow for our good renown.”
“Doubt me not,” said the young knight John.
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The Baron Tranmere hath turned his horse,And ridden him down the battle-course;
In bold Sir Stephen's best life-blood
His spear's point is wet to the wood.
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The young knight John hath bent his kneeAnd speaks his soul right solemnly:
“Whatever seemeth good to thee,
The same, O Lord, attend on me.
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What though my brothers lie along,My father's faith is firm and strong:
Perchance thy deeply-hid intent
Doth need some nobler instrument.
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Let faithless hearts give heed to fear,I will not falter in my prayer:
If ever guilty treachery
Did stain the blood of Fontanlee,—
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As such an ‘if’ doth stain my lips,Though truth lie hidden in eclipse,—
Let yonder lance-head pierce my breast,
And my soul seek its endless rest.”
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Never a whit did young John yield,When the lance ran through his painted shield;
Never a whit debased his crest,
When the lance ran into his tender breast.
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“What is this? what is this, thou young Sir John,That runs so fast from thine armour down?”
“Oh, this is my heart's blood, I feel,
And it wets me through from the waist to the heel.”
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Sights of sadness many a oneA man may meet beneath the sun;
But a sadder sight did never man see
Than lies in the Hall of Fontanlee.
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There are three corses manly and fair,Each in its armour, and each on its bier;
There are three squires weeping and wan,
Every one with his head on his hand,
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Every one with his hand on his knee,At the foot of his master silently
Sitting, and weeping bitterly
For the broken honour of Fontanlee.
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Who is this at their sides that stands?“Lift, O squires, your heads from your hands;
Tell me who these dead men be
That lie in the Hall of the Fontanlee.”
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“This is Sir Robert of Fontanlee,A young knight and a fair to see;
This is Sir Stephen of Fontanlee,
Sir Robert's second brother was he;
This is Sir John of Fontanlee,
He was the youngest of those three.
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For their father's truth did theyFreely give their lives away,
And till he doth home return,
Sadly here we sit and mourn.”
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These sad words they having said,Every one down sank his head;
Till, in accents strangely spoken,
At their sides was silence broken.
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“I do bring you news from far,False was the Fontanlee in war!
Unbend your bright swords from my breast,
I that do speak do know it best.”
Wide he flung his mantle free;
Lo, it was the Fontanlee!
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Then the squires like stricken menSank into their seats again,
And their cheeks in wet tears steeping
Fresh and faster fell a weeping.
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He with footsteps soft and slowRound to his sons' heads did go;
Sadly he looked on every one,
And stooped and kissed the youngest, John.
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Then his weary head down bending,“Heart,” said he, “too much offending,
Break, and let me only be
Blotted out of memory.”
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Thrice with crimson cheek he stood,And thrice he swallowed the salt blood;
Then outpoured the torrent red;
The false Fontanlee lay dead.
1845.
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