Sir Guy's dire act of awful vengeance ta'en

A ravenous brood of prey,

To make their nest,

Seemed gnawing at his heart-strings night and day;

With croaks like drowning cries they filled his breast

 No dove of peace on wings of morn returned. He watched with eager eyes Day's amber birth And saw, or thought he saw, a form arise; 'Twas his—Sir Harold's—just as when on earth He came to plead his suit and was with insult spurned. 

No dove of peace on wings of morn returned.

He watched with eager eyes

Day's amber birth

And saw, or thought he saw, a form arise;

'Twas his—Sir Harold's—just as when on earth

 "O God, have mercy! Grant it may be true That he indeed doth live! Oh! warders, fly, Proclaim—a thousand livres I will give To know the Knight of Wynnwood did not die In that night's fearful wreck. If found, I'll make it two!" 

"O God, have mercy! Grant it may be true

That he indeed doth live!

Oh! warders, fly,

Proclaim—a thousand livres I will give

To know the Knight of Wynnwood did not die

 

 

 The Demon Exorcised. 

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