ROMANCE OF BRITOMARTE 



She breasted the bank with a savage snort 

 And a backward glance of her bloodshot eye, 



And "Our Lady of Andover's" fiash'd like 

 thought, 

 And flitted St Agatha's nunnery, 



And the firs at The Ferngrove fled on the right, 



And " Falconer's tower " on the left took flight. 



And over " The Ravenswold " we raced — 

 We rounded the hill by '' The Hermit's 

 Well "— 

 We burst on the Westbrooke Bridge — "What 

 haste ? 

 What errand ? " shouted the sentinel. 

 *' To Beelzebub with the Brewer's knave," 



'* Carolus Rex and he of the Rhine," 

 Galloping past him, I got and gave 



In the gallop password and countersign, 

 All soak'd with water and soil'd with mud. 

 With the sleeve of my jerkin half drench'd 

 in blood. 



Now, Heaven be praised that I found him 

 there — 



Lord Guy. He said, having heard my tale, 



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