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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fifth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HIGH on a point of rugged ground<br>Among the wastes of Rylstone Fell<br>Above the loftiest ridge or mound<br>Where foresters or shepherds dwell,<br>An edifice of warlike frame<br>Stands single--Norton Tower its name--<br>It fronts all quarters, and looks round<br>O'er path and road, and plain and dell, <br>Dark moor, and gleam of pool and stream,<br>Upon a prospect without bound.<br>The summit of this bold ascent--<br>Though bleak and bare, and seldom free<br>As Pendle-hill or Pennygent<br>From wind, or frost, or vapours wet--<br>Had often heard the sound of glee<br>When there the youthful Nortons met,<br>To practise games and archery:<br>How proud and happy they! the crowd <br>Of Lookers-on how pleased and proud!<br>And from the scorching noon-tide sun,<br>From showers, or when the prize was won,<br>They to the Tower withdrew, and there<br>Would mirth run round, with generous fare;<br>And the stern old Lord of Rylstone-hall<br>Was happiest, proudest, of them all!<br>But now, his Child, with anguish pale,<br>Upon the height walks to and fro;<br>'Tis well that she hath heard the tale, <br>Received the bitterness of woe:<br>For she 'had' hoped, had hoped and feared,<br>Such rights did feeble nature claim;<br>And oft her steps had hither steered,<br>Though not unconscious of self-blame;<br>For she her brother's charge revered,<br>His farewell words; and by the same,<br>Yea by her brother's very name,<br>Had, in her solitude, been cheered.<br>Beside the lonely watch-tower stood <br>That grey-haired Man of gentle blood,<br>Who with her Father had grown old<br>In friendship; rival hunters they,<br>And fellow warriors in their day;<br>To Rylstone he the tidings brought;<br>Then on this height the Maid had sought,<br>And, gently as he could, had told<br>The end of that dire Tragedy,<br>Which it had been his lot to see.<br>To him the Lady turned; 'You said <br>That Francis lives, 'he' is not dead?'<br>'Your noble brother hath been spared;<br>To take his life they have not dared;<br>On him and on his high endeavour<br>The light of praise shall shine for ever!<br>Nor did he (such Heaven's will) in vain<br>His solitary course maintain;<br>Not vainly struggled in the might<br>Of duty, seeing with clear sight;<br>He was their comfort to the last, <br>Their joy till every pang was past.<br>I witnessed when to York they came--<br>What, Lady, if their feet were tied;<br>They might deserve a good Man's blame;<br>But marks of infamy and shame--<br>These were their triumph, these their pride;<br>Nor wanted 'mid the pressing crowd<br>Deep feeling, that found utterance loud,<br>'Lo, Francis comes,' there were who cried,<br>'A Prisoner once, but now set free! <br>'Tis well, for he the worst defied<br>Through force of natural piety;<br>He rose not in this quarrel; he,<br>For concord's sake and England's good,<br>Suit to his Brothers often made<br>With tears, and of his Father prayed--<br>And when he had in vain withstood<br>Their purpose--then did he divide,<br>He parted from them; but at their side<br>Now walks in unanimity. <br>Then peace to cruelty and scorn,<br>While to the prison they are borne,<br>Peace, peace to all indignity!'<br>And so in Prison were they laid--<br>Oh hear me, hear me, gentle Maid,<br>For I am come with power to bless,<br>By scattering gleams, through your distress,<br>Of a redeeming happiness.<br>Me did a reverent pity move<br>And privilege of ancient love; <br>And, in your service, making bold,<br>Entrance I gained to that stronghold.<br>Your Father gave me cordial greeting;<br>But to his purposes, that burned<br>Within him, instantly returned:<br>He was commanding and entreating,<br>And said--'We need not stop, my Son!<br>Thoughts press, and time is hurrying on'--<br>And so to Francis he renewed<br>His words, more calmly thus pursued. <br>'Might this our enterprise have sped,<br>Change wide and deep the Land had seen,<br>A renovation from the dead,<br>A spring-tide of immortal green:<br>The darksome altars would have blazed<br>Like stars when clouds are rolled away;<br>Salvation to all eyes that gazed,<br>Once more the Rood had been upraised<br>To spread its arms, and stand for aye.<br>Then, then--had I survived to see <br>New life in Bolton Priory;<br>The voice restored, the eye of Truth<br>Re-opened that inspired my youth;<br>To see her in her pomp arrayed--<br>This Banner (for such vow I made)<br>Should on the consecrated breast<br>Of that same Temple have found rest:<br>I would myself have hung it high,<br>Fit offering of glad victory!<br>A shadow of such thought remains <br>To cheer this sad and pensive time;<br>A solemn fancy yet sustains<br>One feeble Being--bids me climb<br>Even to the last--one effort more<br>To attest my Faith, if not restore.<br>Hear then,' said he, 'while I impart,<br>My Son, the last wish of my heart.<br>The Banner strive thou to regain;<br>And, if the endeavour prove not vain,<br>Bear it--to whom if not to thee <br>Shall I this lonely thought consign?--<br>Bear it to Bolton Priory,<br>And lay it on Saint Mary's shrine;<br>To wither in the sun and breeze<br>'Mid those decaying sanctities.<br>There let at least the gift be laid,<br>The testimony there displayed;<br>Bold proof that with no selfish aim,<br>But for lost Faith and Christ's dear name,<br>I helmeted a brow though white, <br>And took a place in all men's sight;<br>Yea offered up this noble Brood,<br>This fair unrivalled Brotherhood,<br>And turned away from thee, my Son!<br>And left--but be the rest unsaid,<br>The name untouched, the tear unshed;--<br>My wish is known, and I have done:<br>Now promise, grant this one request,<br>This dying prayer, and be thou blest!'<br>Then Francis answered--'Trust thy Son, <br>For, with God's will, it shall be done!'--<br>The pledge obtained, the solemn word<br>Thus scarcely given, a noise was heard,<br>And Officers appeared in state<br>To lead the prisoners to their fate.<br>They rose, oh! wherefore should I fear<br>To tell, or, Lady, you to hear?<br>They rose--embraces none were given--<br>They stood like trees when earth and heaven<br>Are calm; they knew each other's worth, <br>And reverently the Band went forth.<br>They met, when they had reached the door,<br>One with profane and harsh intent<br>Placed there--that he might go before<br>And, with that rueful Banner borne<br>Aloft in sign of taunting scorn,<br>Conduct them to their punishment:<br>So cruel Sussex, unrestrained<br>By human feeling, had ordained.<br>The unhappy Banner Francis saw, <br>And, with a look of calm command<br>Inspiring universal awe,<br>He took it from the soldier's hand;<br>And all the people that stood round<br>Confirmed the deed in peace profound.<br>--High transport did the Father shed<br>Upon his Son--and they were led,<br>Led on, and yielded up their breath;<br>Together died, a happy death!--<br>But Francis, soon as he had braved <br>That insult, and the Banner saved,<br>Athwart the unresisting tide<br>Of the spectators occupied<br>In admiration or dismay,<br>Bore instantly his Charge away.'<br>These things, which thus had in the sight<br>And hearing passed of Him who stood<br>With Emily, on the Watch-tower height,<br>In Rylstone's woeful neighbourhood,<br>He told; and oftentimes with voice <br>Of power to comfort or rejoice;<br>For deepest sorrows that aspire,<br>Go high, no transport ever higher.<br>'Yes--God is rich in mercy,' said<br>The old Man to the silent Maid,<br>'Yet, Lady! shines, through this black night,<br>One star of aspect heavenly bright;<br>Your Brother lives--he lives--is come<br>Perhaps already to his home;<br>Then let us leave this dreary place.' <br>She yielded, and with gentle pace,<br>Though without one uplifted look,<br>To Rylstone-hall her way she took.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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Among the wastes of Rylstone Fell
Above the loftiest ridge or mound
Where foresters or shepherds dwell,
An edifice of warlike frame
Stands single--Norton Tower its name--
It fronts all quarters, and looks round
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