Scenes in North Wales: With Historical Illustrations, Legends, and Biographical Notices

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T. T. and J. Tegg, 1833 - 160 Seiten
 

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Seite 43 - Nor scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread, But, the same couch beneath, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewelyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; His gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewelyn's heir.
Seite 49 - O'erturn'd his infant's bed he found, The blood-stain'd cover rent ; And all around the walls and ground With recent blood besprent. He call'd his child, no voice replied ; He search'd with terror wild : Blood, blood he found on every side, But no where found the child. " Hell-hound \ by thee my child's devour'd!
Seite 49 - Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? the flower of all his race ! So true, so brave ! a lamb at home — a lion in the chase...
Seite 49 - That day Llewellyn little loved the chase of hart or hare, And scant and small the booty proved — for Gelert was not there. Unpleased, Llewellyn homeward hied ; when, near the portal seat, His truant Gelert he espied, bounding his lord to greet. But when he gained...
Seite 48 - And now a gallant tomb they raise, With costly sculpture decked, And marbles, storied with his praise, Poor Gelert's bones protect. Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved ; Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved. And here he hung his horn and spear, And oft, as evening fell, In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell I W.
Seite 49 - His hurried search had missed, All glowing from his rosy sleep, His cherub boy he kissed. Nor scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread, But the same couch beneath Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then...
Seite 49 - O'erturned his infant's bed he found. With blood-stained covert rent; And all around the walls and ground With recent blood besprent. He...
Seite 43 - Best of thy kind, adieu ! The frantic deed which laid thee low, This heart shall ever rue.
Seite 49 - The hound was smeared with gouts of gore ; His lips and fangs ran blood ! Llewellyn gazed with wild surprise ; Unused such looks to meet, His favourite checked his joyful guise, And crouched, and licked his feet.
Seite 68 - Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swell'd, And the mix'd ruin of its banks o'erspread, At last the roused-up river pours along : Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far...

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