Sohrab and Rustum, and Other Poems

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: LYEICAL POEMS THE CHURCH OF BROU THE CASTLE Down the Savoy0 valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets0 Hark what bell for church is toll'd? In the bright October morning 5 Savoy's Duke had left his bride. From the castle, past the drawbridge, Flow'd the hunters'...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: LYEICAL POEMS THE CHURCH OF BROU THE CASTLE Down the Savoy0 valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets0 Hark what bell for church is toll'd? In the bright October morning 5 Savoy's Duke had left his bride. From the castle, past the drawbridge, Flow'd the hunters' merry tide. Steeds are neighing, gallants glittering; Gay, her smiling lord to greet, 10 From her mullion'd chamber-casement Smiles the Duchess Marguerite. From Vienna, by the Danube, Here she came, a bride, in spring. Now the autumn crisps the forest; 15 Hunters gather, bugles ring. Hounds are pulling, prickers0 swearing, Horses fret, and boar-spears glance. Off ? They sweep the marshy forests, Westward, on the side of France. 20 Hark the game's on foot; they scatter ? Down the forest-ridings lone, Furious, single horsemen gallop Hark a shout ? a crash ? a groan Pale and breathless, came the hunters; 25 On the turf dead lies the boar ? God the Duke lies stretch'd beside him, Senseless, weltering in his gore. In the dull October evening, Down the leaf-strewn forest-road, 30 To the castle, past the drawbridge, Came the hunters with their load. In the hall, with sconces blazing, Ladies waiting round her seat, Clothed in smiles, beneath the dais0 35 Sate the Duchess Marguerite. Hark below the gates unbarring Tramp of men and quick commands 'Tis my lord come back from hunting ? And the Duchess claps her hands. 40 Slow and tired, came the hunters ? Stopp'd in darkness in the court. Ho, this way, ye laggard hunters To the hall What sport ? What sport ? Slow they enter'd with their master; 45 In the hall they laid him down. On his coat were lea...