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Upsprings, from yonder tangled thorn, Again uproused, the timorous prey A stag more white than mountain Scours moss and moor, and holt snow;

and hill; And louder rung the Wildgrave's horn, Hard run, he feels his strength decay, 'Ilark forward, forward: holla, ho!' And trusts for life his simple skill.

! A heedless wretch has cross'd the way; He gasps the thundering hoofs Too dangerous solitude appear'd ; below ;

He seeks the shelter of the crowd; But, live who can, or die who may,

Amid the flock's domestic herd Still, ‘forward, forward!' on they go.

His harmless head he hopes to

shroud. See, where yon simple fences meet, A field with Autumn's blessings O'er moss and moor, and holt and hill, crown'd:

His track the steady blood-hounds See, prostrate at the Wildgrave's feet, trace; A husbandman with toilembrown'd: O'er moss and moor, unwearied still,

The furious Earl pursues the chasc. O mercy, mercy, noble lord ! Spare the poor's pittance,' was his

Full lowly did the herdsman fall; cry, 'Earn'd by the sweat these brows have

O spare, thou noble Baron, spare pour'd,

| These herds, a widow's little all;

These flocks, an orphan's fleecy In scorching hour of fierce July.'

care! Earnest the right-hand Stranger pleads,

Earnest the right-hand Stranger The left still cheering to the prey ;

pleads, The impetuous Earl no warning heeds,

The left still cheering to the prey ; But furious holds the onward way. The Earl nor prayer nor pity heeds,

But furious keeps the onward way. Away, thou hound! so basely born, Or dread the scourge's echoing Unmanner'd dog! To stop my sport blow!'

Vain were thy cant and beggar Then loudly rung his bugle-horn,

whine, • Hark forward, forward! holla, ho!'

Though human spirits, of thy sort, So said, so done: A single bound

Were tenants of these carrion kine;' Clears the poor labourer's humble pale;


Again he winds his bugle-horn, Wild follows man, and horse, and

· Hark forward, forward! holla, ho!' hound,

And through the herd, in ruthless scorn, Like dark December's stormy gale.

He cheers his furious hounds to go. And man and horse, and hound and in heaps the throttled victimis fall; horn,

Down sinks their mangled herdsman Destructive sweep the field along; near; While, joying o'er the wasted corn, The murderous cries the stag appal, Fell Famine marks the maddening Again he starts, new-nerved by throng.


With blood besmear'd, and white with He listens for his trusty hounds; foam,

No distant baying reach'd his ears: While big the tears of anguish pour, His courser, rooted to the ground, He seeks, amid the forest's gloom, The quickening spur unmindful

The humble hermit's hallow'd bower. bears. But man and horse, and horn and Still dark and darker frown the shades, hound,

Dark as the darkness of the grave; Fast rattling on his traces go; And not a sound the still invades, The sacred chapel rung around

Save what a distant torrent gave. With,' Hark away! and, holla, ho!'

High o'er the sinner's humbled head All mild, amid the rout profane,

At length the solemn silence broke; The holy hermit pour'd his prayer; And, from a cloud of swarthy red, . Forbear with blood God's house to The awful voice of thunder spoke.

stain; Revere his altar, and forbear! Oppressor of creation fair!

Apostate Spirits' harden'd tool! * The meanest brute has rights to plead, Scorner of God! Scourge of the poor!

Which, wrong'd by cruelty, or pride, The measure of thy cup is full, Draw vengeance on the ruthless head: Be warn’d at length, and turn aside. Be chased for ever through the wood;

For ever roam the affrighted wild; Still the Fair Horseman anxious pleads; And let thy fate instruct the proud, The Black, wild whooping, points God's meanest creature is his child.'

the prey: Alas! the Earl no warning heeds,

'Twas hush'd: One flash, of sombre But frantic keeps the forward way.


With yellow tinged the forests * Holy or not, or right or wrong,

brown; Thy altar, and its rites, I spurn; Uprose the Wildgrave's bristling hair, Vot sainted martyrs' sacred song, And horror chill'd cach nerve and Not God himself, shall make me bone. turn!'

Cold pour'd the sweat in freezing rill; Ile spurs his horse, he winds his horn, A rising wind began to sing ;

* Hark forward, forward! holla, ho!' And louder, louder, louder still, But off, on whirlwind's pinions borne, Brought storm and tempest on its The stag, the hut, the hermit, go.

wing. And horse and man, and horn and Earth heard the call; her entrails rend; hound,

From yawning rifts, with many And clamour of the chase, was gone; a yell, For hoofs, and howls, and bugle-sound, Mix'd with sulphureous flames, ascend

A deadly silence reign'd alone. The misbegotten dogs of hell. Wild gazed the affrighted Earl around; What ghastly Huntsman next arose,

lle strove in vain to wake his horn, Well may I guess, but dare not tell; In vain to call : for not a sound His eye like midnight lightning glows,

Could from his anxious lips be borne. His steed the swarthy hue of hell.

The Wildgrave flies o'er bush and see you that castle, so strong and thorn,

so high? With many a shriek of helpless | And see you that lady, the tear in woe;

her eye? Behind him hound, and horse, and And see you that palmer, from horn,

Palestine's land, And ‘llark away!' and 'Holla, ho!' The shell on his hat, and the staff

in his hand ? With wild despair's reverted eye,

Now palmer, grey palmer, O tell Close, close behind, he marks the

unto me, throng. With bloody fangs and cager cry ;

What news bring you home from the In frantic fear he scours along.

Holy Countrie?
And how goes the warfare by Galilee's

strand? Still, still shall last the dreadful chase,

And how fare our nobles, the flower Till time itself shall have an end;

of the land ?' By day, they scour carth's cavernd space,

O) well goes the warfare by (alilee's At midnight'switching hour, ascend.


For Gilead, and Nablous, and Ramah This is the horn, and hound, and horse, i

we have; That oft the lated peasant hears;

And well fare our nobles by Mount

Appallid, he signs the frequent cross,
When the wild din invades his ears.

For the leathen have lost, and the

Christians have won.'

The wakeful priest oft drops a tear

For human pride, for human woe, When, at his midnight mass, he hears

The infernal cry of Holla, ho!'


'The blessing of the evil genii, which are curses, were upon him.'—Eastern Tale.

A fair chain of gold 'mid her ringlets

there hung; O'er the palmer's grey locks the fair

chain has she flung: 'O palmer, grey palmer, this chain

be thy fee, For the news thou hast brought from

the Holy Countrie. 'And, palmer, good palmer, by Gali

lee's wave, O saw ye Count Albert, the gentle

and brave? When the Crescent went back, and

the Red-cross rush'd on, O saw ye him foremost on Mount

Lebanon ?' • O lady, fair lady', the tree green it

grows; O lady, fair lady, the stream pure it


Boid knights and fair dames, to my

harp give an ear, Of love, and of war, and of wonder

to hear; And you haply may sigh, in the midst

of your glee, At the tale of Count Albert, and fair



Your castle stands strong, and your · And, last, thou shalt aid us with hopes soar on high;

counsel and hand, But, lady, fair lady, all blossoms to die. To drive the Frank robber from

Palestine's land; The green boughs they wither, the

For my lord and my love then Count thunderbolt falls,

Albert I'll take, It leaves of your castle but levin When all this is accomplish'd for scorch'd walls;

Zulema's sake.' The pure stream runs muddy; the gay hope is gone;

He has thrown by his helmet, and Count Albert is prisoner on Mount

cross-handled sword, Lebanon.'

Renouncing his knighthood, denying

his Lord; O she's ta'en a horse, should be fleet He has ta’en the green caftan, and at her speed;

turban put on, And she's ta'en a sword, should be For the love of the maiden of fair sharp at her need;

And she has ta'en shipping for
Palestine's land,

And in the dread cavern, deep deep
Count Albert from

under ground, Soldanrie's hand.

Which fifty steel gates and steel

portals surround, Small thought had Count Albert on He has watch'd until daybreak, but fair Rosalie,

sight saw he none, Small thought on his faith, or his Save the flame burning bright on its knighthood, had he:

altar of stone. A heathenish damsel his light heart Amazed was the Princess, the Soldan had won,

amazed, The Soldan's fair daughter of Mount Sore murmur'd the priests as Lebanon.

Albert they gazed; "O Christian, brave Christian, my

They search'd all his garments, and,

under his weeds, love wouldst thou be, Three things must thou do ere 1 They found, and took from him, his hearken to thee:

rosary beads. Our laws and our worship on thee Again in the cavern, deep deep under shalt thou take;

ground, And this thou shalt first do for He watch'd the lone night, while the Zulema's sake.

winds whistled round;

Far off was their murmur, it came not • And, next, in the cavern, where

more nigh, burns evermore

The flame burn'd unmoved, and nought The mystical flame which the Curd

else did he spy. mans adore, Alone, and in silence, three nights | Loud murmur'd the priests, and shalt thou wake;

amazed was the King, And this thou shalt next do for While many dark spells of their Zulema's sake.

witchcraft they sing;


They search'd Albert's body, and, lo! In his hand a broad falchion blueon his breast

glimmer'd through smoke, Was the sign of the Cross, by his And Mount Lebanon shook as the father impress'd.

monarch he spoke:

With this brand shalt thou conquer, The priests they erase it with care

thus long, and no more, and with pain,

Till thou bend to the Cross, and the And the recreant return'd to the

Virgin adore.' cavern again; But, as he descended, a whisper there The cloud-shrouded Arm gives the fell:

weapon; and see! It was his good angel, who bade him The recreant receives the charm'd farewell!

gift on his knee:

The thunders growl distant, and faint High bristled his hair, his heart

gleam the fires, flutter'd and beat,

As, borne on the whirlwind, the phanAnd he turn'd him five steps, half

tom retires. resolved to retreat; But his heart it was harden'd, his Count Albert has arm'd him the purpose was gone,

Paynim among, When he thought of the Maiden of Though his heart it was false, yet his fair Lebanon.

arm it was strong;

And the Red-cross wax'd faint, and Scarce pass'd he the archway, the

the Crescent came on, threshold scarce trode,

From the day he commanded on When the winds from the four points

Mount Lebanon. of heaven were abroad, They made cach steel portal to rattle From Lebanon's forests to Galilee's and ring,

wave, And, borne on the blast, came the The sands of Samaar drank the blood dread Fire-King.

of the brave;

Till the Knights of the Temple, and Full sore rock'd the cavern whene'er

Knights of Saint John, he drew nigh,

With Salem's King Baldwin, against The fire on the altar blazed bickering

him came on. and high; In volcanic explosions the mountains The war-cymbals clatter'd, the trumproclaim

pets replied, The dreadful approach of the Monarch | The lances were couch’d, and they of Flame.

closed on cach side;

And horsemen and horses Count Unmeasured in height, undistinguish'd

Albert o'erthrew, in form,

Till he pierced the thick tumult King His breath it was lightning, his voice

Baldwin unto. it was storm; I ween the stout heart of Count Albert Against the charm'd blade which was tame,

Count Albert did wield, When he saw in his terrors the The fence had been vain of the King's Monarch of Flame.

Red-cross shield;

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