The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed
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must roam Far from your desolate home. Far from lost Ilium, o'er the joyless wave ; Ye may not from these bowers Gather the trampled flowers To wreath sad garlands for your brethren's grave.
Away, away ! the gale Stirs the white-bosomed sail ; Hence ! look not back to freedom or to fame ; Labour must be your doom, Night-watchings, days of gloom. The bitter bread of tears, the bridal couch of shame.
Even now some Grecian dame Beholds the signal flame, And waits, expectant, the returning fleet ; ..." Why lingers yet my lord?
Hath he not sheathed his sword ? Will he not bring my handmaid to my feet ? " Me too, the dark Fates call : Their sway is over all, Captor and captive, prison-house and throne : — 1 tell of others' lot ; They hear me, heed me not ! Hide, angry i'hoebus, hide me from mine own I 2 54 SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON.
SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON MOOR.
To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas ! the clarion's note is high; To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas ! the huge drum makes reply : Ere this hath Lucas marched with his gallant cavaliers.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
must roam Far from your desolate home. Far from lost Ilium, o'er the joyless wave ; Ye may not from these bowers Gather the trampled flowers To wreath sad garlands for your brethren's grave.
Away, away ! the gale Stirs the white-bosomed sail ; Hence ! look not back to freedom or to fame ; Labour must be your doom, Night-watchings, days of gloom. The bitter bread of tears, the bridal couch of shame.
Even now some Grecian dame Beholds the signal flame, And waits, expectant, the returning fleet ; ..." Why lingers yet my lord?
Hath he not sheathed his sword ? Will he not bring my handmaid to my feet ? " Me too, the dark Fates call : Their sway is over all, Captor and captive, prison-house and throne : — 1 tell of others' lot ; They hear me, heed me not ! Hide, angry i'hoebus, hide me from mine own I 2 54 SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON.
SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON MOOR.
To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas ! the clarion's note is high; To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas ! the huge drum makes reply : Ere this hath Lucas marched with his gallant cavaliers.
What to read after The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Winthrop Mackworth Praed to read onlineMoreLess
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