XII. Till out strode Gismond; then I knew That I was saved. I never met His face before, but, at first view, I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan who would spend A minute's mistrust on the end? : XIII. He strode to Gauthier, in his throat Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth In blood men's verdict then. North, South, XIV. This glads me most, that I enjoyed In watching Gismond unalloyed By any doubt of the event: God took that on him-I was bid Watch Gismond for my part: I did. XV. Did I not watch him while he let greaves, His armourer just brace his. my memory leaves XVI. And e'en before the trumpet's sound Was finished, prone lay the false knight, Prone as his lie, upon the ground: Gismond flew at him, used no sleight O' the sword, but open-breasted drove, Cleaving till out the truth he clove, XVII. - Which done, he dragged him to my feet And said, "Here die, but end thy breath "In full confession, lest thou fleet "From my first, to God's second death! Say, hast thou lied?" And, "I have lied "To God and her," he said, and died. XVIII. Then Gismond, kneeling to me, asked -What safe my heart holds, though no word Could I repeat now, if I tasked My powers for ever, to a third Dear even as you are. Pass the rest Until I sank upon his breast. XIX. Over my head his arm he flung Against the world; and scarce I felt His sword (that dripped by me and swung) For he began to say the while How South our home lay many a mile. XX. So 'mid the shouting multitude XXI. Our elder boy has got the clear Great brow; tho' when his brother's black Full eye shows scorn, it . . . Gismond here? And have you brought my tercel back? I was just telling Adela How many birds it struck since May. EURYDICE TO ORPHEUS. A PICTURE BY FREDERICK LEIGHTON, R.A. BUT give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow! Of one immortal look! All woe that was, Defied, no past is mine, no future: look at me! THE GLOVE. (PETER RONSARD loquitur.) " HEIGHO," yawned one day King Francis, "Distance all value enhances ! "When a man 's busy, why, leisure "Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 66 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy. "Here we 've got peace; and aghast I 'm Caught thinking war the true pastime. "Is there a reason in metre? "Give us your speech, master Peter !" I who, if mortal dare say so, Ne'er am at loss with my Naso, "Sire," I replied, "joys prove cloudlets : "Men are the merest Ixions Here the King whistled aloud, “Let's “... Heigho.. go look at our lions ! Such are the sorrowful chances If you talk fine to King Francis. And so, to the courtyard proceeding, Lords, ladies, like clouds which bedizen And Sir de Lorge pressed 'mid the foremost For the penfold surrounded a hollow Which led where the eye scarce dared follow, And bade him make sport and at once stir Gave out to our gaze her abortion. Such a brute! Were I friend Clement Marot One's whole blood grew curdling and creepy |