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Article THE DOOM OF DELAMORE, ← Page 2 of 2 Article THE SNOW-DROP. Page 1 of 1
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The Doom Of Delamore,
" Oh , had I my shield , and my lance did wield , As I have done in the battle fray . ' With my destrier stout in the open field , Foul caitiffs , ye should rue the day !" But in vain he might pray to churls as they—And sooth but it was sad to see So noble a Knightin wars grown grey
, , O ' ercome by such base treacherie . Deep underground , in cell profound , With all liis true Knights thrust was lie : They saw no sight , heard but the sound Of their chains clanking heavilie . Through five long years , mid groans and tears , — Through five long years and five months o ' er ,
Tortured with racks , and hopes and fears , Lay the Grand Prior Delamore . But threats nor pain , could move in vain , To own a lie , that Templar brave ; His proud soul spurned the tyrant ' s chain—His dungeon formed the martyr ' s grave ! * PlI . GRl . 1 I .
The Snow-Drop.
THE SNOW-DROP .
BY BROTHER G . TAIT , OF THE LODGE , HADDINGTON , ST . . TOIIN ' , KILWINNING . How lowly the stem , and how lovely the flower , That blooms ' midst its own native snow ; Pure as love ' s tear , in some fair lady ' s bower—A bright gem in this world of woe .
The storm may rage , and the blast on its wing May hide thee awhile from the eye ; Till the sun looks more bright , and the nightingales sing , Then the poor little snow-drop must die ! And its place be supplied by flowers not less fair , The cowslithe crocusand rose
p , , 'Which lend a sweet balm to the breath of the air , On the calm gentle zephyr that blows . Thus the snow-drop—an emblem of purity true—Is the first to be taken away ; Whilst others may linger the long summer through , Ere they droop—die—and fall to decay .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Doom Of Delamore,
" Oh , had I my shield , and my lance did wield , As I have done in the battle fray . ' With my destrier stout in the open field , Foul caitiffs , ye should rue the day !" But in vain he might pray to churls as they—And sooth but it was sad to see So noble a Knightin wars grown grey
, , O ' ercome by such base treacherie . Deep underground , in cell profound , With all liis true Knights thrust was lie : They saw no sight , heard but the sound Of their chains clanking heavilie . Through five long years , mid groans and tears , — Through five long years and five months o ' er ,
Tortured with racks , and hopes and fears , Lay the Grand Prior Delamore . But threats nor pain , could move in vain , To own a lie , that Templar brave ; His proud soul spurned the tyrant ' s chain—His dungeon formed the martyr ' s grave ! * PlI . GRl . 1 I .
The Snow-Drop.
THE SNOW-DROP .
BY BROTHER G . TAIT , OF THE LODGE , HADDINGTON , ST . . TOIIN ' , KILWINNING . How lowly the stem , and how lovely the flower , That blooms ' midst its own native snow ; Pure as love ' s tear , in some fair lady ' s bower—A bright gem in this world of woe .
The storm may rage , and the blast on its wing May hide thee awhile from the eye ; Till the sun looks more bright , and the nightingales sing , Then the poor little snow-drop must die ! And its place be supplied by flowers not less fair , The cowslithe crocusand rose
p , , 'Which lend a sweet balm to the breath of the air , On the calm gentle zephyr that blows . Thus the snow-drop—an emblem of purity true—Is the first to be taken away ; Whilst others may linger the long summer through , Ere they droop—die—and fall to decay .