The Poets: Geoffrey Chaucer to Alfred Tennyson, 1340-1892: Impressions 1

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The Poets: Geoffrey Chaucer to Alfred Tennyson, 1340-1892: Impressions 1
W William Stebbing
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To every knight her war-song sung, Upon her head wild weeds were spread ; A gory falchion by her hung.
She danced on the heath; She heard the voioe of death ; 820 THE POETS Pale-eyed Affright, his heart of silver hue, AU vainly strove her bosom to congeal ; Fearless she heard unmoved the shrieking voice of woe And sadness in the owlet shake the dale.
She shook the pointed spear.
On high she raised her shield.
Her f oemen all have fear.
And flee along the field.
Force, with his head stretched fo
...rth into the skies.
His spear a simbeam, and his shield a star.
Like to two flaming meteors rolls his eyes.
Stamps with his iron feet, and sounds to war.
She sits upon a rock, She bends before his spear, She rises from the shock, Wielding her own in air.
Hard as the thunder doth she drive it on, Craft closely hidden guides it to his crown — His long sharp spear, his spreading shield is gone.
He falls, and falling rolleth thousands down.^ Rowley is made by his audacious creator to say : Vearse male be good, botte poesie wantes more.^ Had we received nothing more from him than Freedom's battle-cry, he would have been entitled to rank above mere versifiers.


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