HUNTING SONGS 



The Landgrave train'd his war-horse 

 On the mountain steep to go, 



That the Ladie might not glory 

 In another overthrow. 



XI 



" 'Tis I, O noble Ladie, 



Who will on the venture speed ; 

 Sadly, earnestly, she eyed him. 



As he sprang upon his steed. 



XII 



She saw him mount and onward spur, 

 She trembled and she sigh'd : 



" O woe is me that for my sake 

 He tries this fearful ride ! " 



XIII 



He rode along the castle wall. 

 She turn'd her from the sight : 



" Woe is me, he rideth straightway 

 To his grave, that noble Knight ! " 



XIV 



He rode along the castle wall, 



On dizzy rampart there ; 

 She dar'd not move a finger 



Of her hand, that Ladie fair ! 



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