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Yes, thou must go! the wild froe breeze, the brilliant
sun and sky, Thy master's home-from all of these my exiled one
must fly: Thy proud dark eye will grow less proud, thy step
become less fleet, And vainly shalt thou arch thy neck thy master's
hand to meet. Only in sleep shall I behold that dark eye glancing
bright, Only in sleep shall hear again that step so firm and
light; And when I raise my dreaming arm to check or
cheer thy speed, Then must I starting wake, to feel—thou’rt sold, my
Ah! rudely then, unseen by me, some cruel hand
Till foam-wreaths lie, like crested waves, along thy
panting side: And the rich blood that is in thee swells in thy
indignant pain, Till careless eyes which rest on thee may
count each started vein. Will they ill-use thee? If I thought-but no, it
cannot be; Thou art so swift, yet easy curbed; so gentle, yet so
free: And yet if haply, when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart
Can the hand which casts thee from it now command
thee to return ?
Return! alas, my Arab steed! what shall the master
do, When thou who wert his all of joy hast vanished
from his view.? When the dim distance cheats mine eye, and through
the gathering tears Thy bright form for a moment like the false mirage
appears ? Slow and unmounted will I
foot alone, Where with fleet step and joyous bound, thou oft
hast borne me on; And sitting down by the green well, I'll pause, and
sadly think, “It was here he bowed his glossy neck when last I
saw him drink!”
When last I saw thee drink !-away! the fevered
dream is o'er; I could not live a day and know that we should meet
They tempted me, my beautiful! for hunger's power
is strongThey tempted me, my beautiful! but I have loved
too long Who said that I had given thee up? Who said that
thou wert sold ? 'Tis false !—'tis false, my Arab steed! I fling them
back their gold ! Thus, thus, I leap upon thy back, and scour the
distant plains ; Away! who overtakes us now shall claim thee for his pains !
HON. MRS. NORTON.
vampire muttering examining happened hammock remarking somewhat gentleman
“I went to the river with a Scotch gentleman. We hung our hammocks in the thatched loft of a planter's house. Next morning I heard this gentleman muttering in his hammock. What is the matter, sir,' said I, softly; 'is anything amiss ?' 'What's the matter?' answered he, surlily; why, the vampires have been sucking me to death. As soon as there was light enough, I went to his hammock, and saw it much stained with blood. * There,' said he, thrusting his foot out of his hammock, ‘see how they have been drawing my life’s blood.'»
"On examining his foot, I found the vampire had tapped his great toe. There was a wound somewhat less than that made by a leech; the blood was still oozing from it; I guessed he might have lost from ten to twelve ounces of blood. Whilst examining it, I think I put him into a worse humour by remarking, that a surgeon would not have been so generous as to have bled him without making a charge.
in my face, but did not say a word. I saw he was of opinion that I had better have spared this piece of ill-timed levity.
“I had often wished to have been sucked by the vampire, in order that I might have it in my power to say it had really happened to me. There can be no pain in the operation, for the patient is always asleep when the vampire is sucking him, and as for the loss of a few ounces of blood, that would be a trifle in the long-run.
JOHN GILPIN. tedious Edmonton chaise replied calender quoth furnished allowed precious seiz d grieved balanco carries piteous balcony neighbour galloped scampering pursuit tollman John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
Though wedded we have been
No holiday have seen.'
And we will then repair
All in a chaise and pair.”
Myself and children three,
On horseback after we.”
Of womankind but one;
you are she, my dearest dear,
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go.”
And, for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear."
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allowed
that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog,
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were ever folks so glad;
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's side,
Seized fast the flowing mane; And
up he got in haste to ride, But soon came down again.
For saddle-tree scarce reached had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
Would trouble him much more.
'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind;
The wine was left behind !'