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Article ON THE LATE FESTIVAL OF THE LODGE OF EDINBURGH, ← Page 2 of 2 Article THE DOOM OF DELAMORE, Page 1 of 2 →
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On The Late Festival Of The Lodge Of Edinburgh,
ITor tiled recesses rung With acclamations great , To queen , and prince , and all The pillars of the state . And Memory ' s fondest train , With all our dearest ties , Were ledged with " three times three "
p , " To Mason ' s loves and wives !" The flowing bumper pass'd To merit and to worth ; The vocal chord was struck To harmony and mirth . Time flew on honcy'd wings ,
( Sweet moments to recall ); For love and pleasure shed Their brightest beams on all . W K . W .
The Doom Of Delamore,
THE DOOM OF DELAMORE ,
GRAND PRIOR OF ENGLAND . THE Temple tower told the midnight hour , The warders watched from fear all free ; Peaceful slept William Delamore , Chief of the Templar chivalrie . In slumbers deep did each good Knight sleep ,
Nor evil conscience broke their rest ; Though needs they wept as warriors weep For friends , for gallant hearts opprest . Mourn'd had they late for their Brethren ' s fate , When Philip foully struck the blow—Inspired by avarice and hate—That laid the Gallic Red Cross low .
Sudden a shock , like a thunder-stroke , Was heard , that burst the Temple door ! Upstarting from his slumbers , woke The good Sir "William Delamore . Nought feared the Knight , nor thought of flight ; But ere his crossed blade he could draw , Before his sight , in the pale lamp ' s light ,
A host of pointed spears he saw . " Ha ! traitors here , with brand and spear , Loud rampant in our Temple hall ! Seek ye our lives , our gold , our gear ? For ruthless robbers seem ye all !" " Y ield thee , Sir Knight , to King Edward's might ; In the king ' s name yield thee to me !" " Not to king nor to Knight , bent I e ' er in fight , Still less to a headsman vile—like thee !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On The Late Festival Of The Lodge Of Edinburgh,
ITor tiled recesses rung With acclamations great , To queen , and prince , and all The pillars of the state . And Memory ' s fondest train , With all our dearest ties , Were ledged with " three times three "
p , " To Mason ' s loves and wives !" The flowing bumper pass'd To merit and to worth ; The vocal chord was struck To harmony and mirth . Time flew on honcy'd wings ,
( Sweet moments to recall ); For love and pleasure shed Their brightest beams on all . W K . W .
The Doom Of Delamore,
THE DOOM OF DELAMORE ,
GRAND PRIOR OF ENGLAND . THE Temple tower told the midnight hour , The warders watched from fear all free ; Peaceful slept William Delamore , Chief of the Templar chivalrie . In slumbers deep did each good Knight sleep ,
Nor evil conscience broke their rest ; Though needs they wept as warriors weep For friends , for gallant hearts opprest . Mourn'd had they late for their Brethren ' s fate , When Philip foully struck the blow—Inspired by avarice and hate—That laid the Gallic Red Cross low .
Sudden a shock , like a thunder-stroke , Was heard , that burst the Temple door ! Upstarting from his slumbers , woke The good Sir "William Delamore . Nought feared the Knight , nor thought of flight ; But ere his crossed blade he could draw , Before his sight , in the pale lamp ' s light ,
A host of pointed spears he saw . " Ha ! traitors here , with brand and spear , Loud rampant in our Temple hall ! Seek ye our lives , our gold , our gear ? For ruthless robbers seem ye all !" " Y ield thee , Sir Knight , to King Edward's might ; In the king ' s name yield thee to me !" " Not to king nor to Knight , bent I e ' er in fight , Still less to a headsman vile—like thee !