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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Raymond of the Castle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[The following little Poems are written after the Model of the Old English Ballads, and are inscribed to those who admire the simplicity of that kind of versification.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>NEAR GLARIS, on a mountain's side,<br>Beneath a shad'wy wood,<br>With walls of ivy compass'd round,<br>An ancient Castle stood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By all rever'd, by all ador'd,<br>There dwelt a wealthy dame;<br>One peerless daughter bless'd her age,<br>A maid of spotless fame ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While one fair son, a gallant boy,<br>Whose VIRTUE was his shield,<br>Led on the dauntless sons of war,<br>Amidst the crimson'd field: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For o'er the land dissension reign'd<br>Full many a direful year,<br>And many a heart's best blood had stain'd<br>The proud oppressor's spear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young ELLA'S charms had spread her fame <br>O'er all the country wide;<br>And youths of high descent and brave, <br>Had sought her for their bride ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amongst the rest SIR RAYMOND came, <br>Sprung from a princely race;<br>Right valiant in each warlike art, <br>And blest with ev'ry grace ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In tournaments renown'd afar, <br>For manly feats admir'd;<br>His brilliant fame, his bold exploits, <br>The damsel's bosom fir'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her blushing cheek, her down-cast eye <br>Her secret flame confess'd;<br>The gallant RAYMOND'S circling arm, <br>The beauteous ELLA press'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From her fond mother's doating eyes <br>The radiant gem he bore;<br>The weeping maids and village swains <br>Beheld her charms no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the swift billows of the RHINE <br>Their shining curls disclose;<br>With many a gilded turret crown'd <br>His splendid Palace rose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The festive scene had scarce began,<br>When near the Castle wall,<br>A messenger of warlike mein,<br>On RAYMOND'S name did call; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Come forth thou valiant Knight," he said,<br>"Thy prowess quickly show,<br>With speed prepare thy lance and shield<br>To meet the dauntless foe: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The blood of many a noble Swiss<br>Doth stain the country round,<br>And many a brave aspiring youth<br>Lies vanquish'd on the ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The daring Chief, whose shining spear<br>With purple gore is dy'd;<br>Oh ! direful news, prepare to meet<br>THE BROTHER OF THY BRIDE." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enrag'd, the haughty RAYMOND cried,<br>"Base wretch receive thy doom,<br>For thy bold errand thou shalt die<br>Within a dungeon's gloom." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speechless the mournful ELLA stood,<br>Despair her heart did wound;<br>When from the echoing tow'r she heard,<br>Th' larum-bell's dreadful sound!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her cold wan cheek, her quiv'ring lip, <br>Bespoke her soul's deep woe,<br>From her blue eye the crystal drop <br>In silent grief did flow, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"For shame, shake off those woman's tears,"<br>The frowning bridegroom cried,<br>"And know, SIR RAYMOND'S warlike breast<br>Disdains a timid bride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"In vain you weep, ignoble dame,<br>Behold yon neighing steed;<br>My soldiers wait, my bosom burns <br>TO CONQUER or to BLEED." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth went the Knight;the frantic bride <br>To the high rampart flew;<br>With trembling knee she climb'd the wall, <br>Th' embattled plain to view. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On either side, by turns she thought <br>Proud vict'ry grac'd the field;<br>'Till vanquish'd by her BROTHER'S sword, <br>She saw her HUSBAND yield. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For refuge to his Castle gate, <br>The bleeding warrior flew;<br>And from the battlements on high, <br>His daring gauntlet threw ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three days from dawn to setting sun,<br>The hardy soldiers stood,<br>'Till faint with toil, by famine press'd,<br>They saw their chief subdu'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh! haste my page," SIR RAYMOND said,<br>"The captive youth set free,<br>And bid him to the conqu'rer's feet<br>This message bear from me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Treasures immense of massy gold,<br>Rich gems, and jewels rare,<br>As ransom will I freely give,<br>If he our lives will spare; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"If he consents, let garlands green<br>His peaceful brows adorn;<br>If hostile yet, beneath our walls,<br>Thrice sound his bugle horn." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gaily he pass'd the outward gate;<br>But sadly he return'd;<br>His bugle horn he sounded thrice,<br>—No wreath his brows adorn'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thy gold" he cried " the conqu'ror scorns,<br>He claims thy forfeit LIFE,<br>Thy precious gems, and jewels rare,<br>He gives thy beauteous wife." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Your lands are free, your soldiers too,<br>And for young ELLA'S sake<br>To prove his truth, the gen'rous chief<br>This solemn vow did make:" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"That whatsoe'er she holds most dear,<br>At morrow's dawn of day:<br>Her pages, to some distant place,<br>May safely bear away;" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn of light fair ELLA came,<br>Fresh as the rose of May;<br>SIR RAYMOND in a chest of gold,<br>Her pages bore away ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She pass'd the gate with throbbing heart,<br>She pass'd the ranks among;<br>The praises of her peerless charms,<br>Fell fast from ev'ry tongue ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Halt, halt," they cried, "right noble dame,<br>'Tis fit we should behold<br>Whether thy coffer ought contains<br>But gems and messy gold;" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O stay me not ye gallant youths,<br>For soon it shall appear;<br>This burnish'd coffer doth contain<br>ALL THAT I HOLD MOST DEAR !" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Take heed, my Brother, ah, take heed, <br>Nor break thy sacred word;<br>Nor let thy kinsman's blood degrade <br>The glories of thy sword !" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hero smil'dfair ELLA'S cheek <br>Glow'd with vermilion dye;<br>Fear chill'd her heart, the starting tear <br>Stood trembling in her eye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Subdu'd, abash'd, her brother flew<br>And clasp'd her to his breast,<br>Then with an angel's pitying voice, <br>The vanquish'd chief address'd: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Come forth SIR RAYMOND, valiant knight,<br>Behold thy peerless wife;<br>Receive thy sword, and from HER hand <br>Accept thy forfeit life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Here shall the bloody contest end,<br>Let peace o'erspread the land;<br>More homage than the conqueror's sword<br>CAN BEAUTY'S TEARS COMMAND!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455647" data-title="Sir Raymond of the Castle de Mary Darby Robinson" data-description="[The following little Poems are written after the Model of the Old English Ballads, and are inscribed to those who admire the simplicity of that kind of versification.] NEAR GLARIS, on a mountain's side, Beneath a shad'wy wood, With walls of ivy..."></div> </div> </div>
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