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High o'er the sinner's humbled head
Oppressor of creation fair!
"Be chased for ever through the wood; For ever roam the affrighted wild; And let thy fate instruct the proud,
God's meanest creature is his child."
'Twas hush'd: One flash, of sombre glare, With yellow tinged the forests brown; Up rose the Wildgrave's bristling hair,
And horror chill'd each nerve and bone.
Cold pour'd the sweat in freezing rill;
Brought storm and tempest on its wing.
Earth heard the call;-Her entrails rend;
What ghastly Huntsman next arose,
Well may I guess, but dare not tell; His eye like midnight lightning glows, His steed the swarthy hue of hell.
The Wildgrave flies o'er bush and thorn, With many a shriek of helpless woe; Behind him hound, and horse, and horn, And, "Hark away, and holla, ho!"
With wild despair's reverted eye,
Close, close behind, he marks the throng, With bloody fangs, and eager cry;
In frantic fear he scours along.—
Still, still shall last the dreadful chase,
This is the horn, and hound, and horse,
When the wild din invades his ears.
The wakeful priest oft drops a tear
For human pride, for human woe, When, at his midnight mass, he hears The infernal cry of, "Holla, ho!" VOL I. -25
"The blessings of the evil Genii, which are curses, were upon him."
This ballad was written at the request of MR. LEWIS, to be inserted in his "Tales of Wonder."1 It is the third in a series of four ballads, on the subject of Elementary Spirits. The story is, however, partly historical; for it is recorded, that, during the struggles of the Latin kingdom of Jeru salem, a Knight-Templar, called Saint-Alban, deserted to the Saracens, and defeated the Christians in many combats, till he was finally routed and slain, in a conflict with King Baldwin, under the walls of Jerusalem.
BOLD knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear,
O see you that castle, so strong and so high?
"Now palmer, grey palmer, O tell unto me,
'Published in 1801.
"O well goes the warfare by Galilee's wave, For Gilead, and Nablous, and Ramah we have; And well fare our nobles by Mount Lebanon, For the Heathen have lost, and the Christians have won."
A fair chain of gold 'mid her ringlets there hung; O'er the palmer's grey locks the fair chain has she flung:
"Oh palmer, grey palmer, this chain be thy fee,
For the news thou hast brought from the Holy Countrie.
"And palmer, good palmer, by Galilee's wave, O saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave? When the Crescent went back, and the Red-cross rush'd on,
O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ?"—
"O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows;
"The green boughs they wither, the thunderbolt falls,
O she's ta'en a horse, should be fleet at her speed;
Small thought had Count Albert on fair Rosalie,
A heathenish damsel his light heart had won,
"O Christian, brave Christian, my love wouldst thou be,
"And, next, in the cavern, where burns evermore
"And, last, thou shalt aid us with counsel and hand,
He has thrown by his helmet, and cross-handled sword,
And in the dread cavern, deep, deep under ground,
Amazed was the Princess, the Soldan amazed,
Again in the cavern, deep, deep under ground,