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Article LAYS OF THE CRUSADES. ← Page 2 of 2 Article THE TEMPLE KNELL ; Page 1 of 2 →
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Lays Of The Crusades.
At dawn he shrived him of his sins , Bade all his friends adieu—The young knights they believed him mad , The old scarce thought it true , That one so stout and hale should die , So soon as he did
say ; But ere the mid-day sun had climb'd , A corse Anselmo lay ! The archers of the leaguer'd jdace A sudden sortie made ; An arrow sent true to its aim , Struck brave Anselmo dead .
Unto that palace in the sky , Told of by Angelram , From earth to heaven sped he was—But back he never came !
The Temple Knell ;
THE TEMPLE KNELL ;
OR , THE RED CROSS OF SCOTLAND ' S SCATHE , THE Grand Prior sat in the Temple-hall , By South Eske fair to see , High chief of Scottish Templars all—Sir AValter de Clifton he . Around him ranged his white-robed knights ,
In silence waited they ; For sternly sad was that Priors brow Beneath his locks so grey . " Oh , heavy news , my men !"—he cried ; " Oh , heavy news to me , To you , and every Red Cross true , Of the Scottish chivalrie !
" A fast friend from king Edward ' s court , Doth secret tidings bring , That ere the morrow ' s break of day Our Temple knell shall ring ! " Now heaven assoilzie that false prince , And cruel also
pope , For that they have together leagued , To work our Order ' s woe . ' " A bloody legate fresli from Rome—May Satan scorch his cowl!—This day to Holyrood hath come ,
To seal their intent foul .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Lays Of The Crusades.
At dawn he shrived him of his sins , Bade all his friends adieu—The young knights they believed him mad , The old scarce thought it true , That one so stout and hale should die , So soon as he did
say ; But ere the mid-day sun had climb'd , A corse Anselmo lay ! The archers of the leaguer'd jdace A sudden sortie made ; An arrow sent true to its aim , Struck brave Anselmo dead .
Unto that palace in the sky , Told of by Angelram , From earth to heaven sped he was—But back he never came !
The Temple Knell ;
THE TEMPLE KNELL ;
OR , THE RED CROSS OF SCOTLAND ' S SCATHE , THE Grand Prior sat in the Temple-hall , By South Eske fair to see , High chief of Scottish Templars all—Sir AValter de Clifton he . Around him ranged his white-robed knights ,
In silence waited they ; For sternly sad was that Priors brow Beneath his locks so grey . " Oh , heavy news , my men !"—he cried ; " Oh , heavy news to me , To you , and every Red Cross true , Of the Scottish chivalrie !
" A fast friend from king Edward ' s court , Doth secret tidings bring , That ere the morrow ' s break of day Our Temple knell shall ring ! " Now heaven assoilzie that false prince , And cruel also
pope , For that they have together leagued , To work our Order ' s woe . ' " A bloody legate fresli from Rome—May Satan scorch his cowl!—This day to Holyrood hath come ,
To seal their intent foul .