The Goblin Groom: A Tale of Dunse

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Alex. Lawrie, 1809 - 125 pages
 

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Page 119 - He called his child — no voice replied — He searched, with terror wild ; Blood, blood he found on every side, But nowhere found his child. " Hell-hound ! my child's by thee devoured," The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side.
Page 117 - Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? the flower of all his race ! so true, so brave ! a lamb at home — a lion in the chase!
Page 120 - The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side. His suppliant, as to earth he fell, No pity could impart ; But still his Gelert's dying yell Passed heavy o'er his heart.
Page 118 - Llewellyn homeward hied, When near the portal seat, His truant Gelert he espied, Bounding his lord to greet. But when he gained the castle door, Aghast the chieftain stood. The hound all o'er was...
Page 117 - Twas only at Llewelyn's board The faithful Gelert fed ; He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, And sentinelled his bed. In sooth he was a peerless hound, The gift of royal John ; But now no Gelert could be found, And all the chase rode on. And now, as...
Page 120 - His hurried search had missed, All glowing from his rosy sleep, His cherub boy he kissed. Nor scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread, But the same couch beneath Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death.
Page 122 - And marbles, storied with his praise, Poor Gelert's bones protect. There never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved ; There oft the tear-besprinkled grass Llewelyn's sorrow proved. And there he hung his horn and spear, And there, as evening fell, In fancy's ear he oft would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell. And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old, And cease the storm to brave, The consecrated spot shall hold The name of
Page 121 - And now a gallant tomb they raise, With costly sculpture decked; And marbles storied with his praise Poor Gelert's bones protect. There never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved; There oft the tear-besprinkled grass Llewelyn's sorrow proved.
Page 119 - He called his child, — no voice replied, — He searched with terror wild; Blood, blood, he found on every side, But nowhere found his child. "Hell-hound! my child's by thee devoured," The frantic father cried; And to the hilt his vengeful sword . He plunged in Gelert's side.
Page 101 - Thor looked at the horn, and was astonished at its length ; however he was very thirsty, he set it to his mouth, and without drawing breath, pulled as long and as deeply as he could, that he might not be obliged to make a second draught of it ; but when he...

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