The Collected Poems of S. Weir Mitchell by Silas Weir MitchellThe Collected Poems of S. Weir Mitchell by Silas Weir Mitchell

The Collected Poems of S. Weir Mitchell

bySilas Weir Mitchell

Paperback | January 12, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1896. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... PHILIP VERNON THE INN July 21, 1588 When Bess was queen, and the Bishop of Rome and the King of Spain were troubling our England, the cowls were many in the land, and knew how to pull the lamb-skins well around them. One of these wolves, of a summer morning, walked, halting a little, to and fro under the great oaks between the Vernon Arms and the road. His sheep's clothing was a burgher's gray hose and doublet; but he was not right, red English, having of late come out of Spain, yellow-cheeked and lean. He looked down the highway to the bridge, and then with his eyes followed the river curves to the sea, whence, he smiled to think, the great Armada would come, in time to help certain wicked schemes, and set the cowls again in high places. Then, less pleased, he cast looks at a gallant in blue with yellow points, who sat at a table a little way from the inn. This gentle had a good leg and was high-colored and young. At times he drummed on the table, or uneasily cast down his cap, and once half drew his sword, then presently, as if impatient, drove it back into its sheath. But whether he yawned or sat quiet in thought, Hugh Langmayde, the priest in gray, lost naught of what he did; and at last, still watching the gallant, he fell to open talk with himself after this fashion: "Soon shall you stretch those sturdy limbs, my boy, And for your rapier find a brave employ. I am too old, too feeble,-- you alone Shall do this sacred errand of our Lord, Avenge his murdered saints, and from her throne Cast down this Jezebel, of men abhorred. I thought not, when I taught thy youth to know One creed, one king, and questionless to go Where Church or king decreed, that you and I, As if we were but one, like head and hand, Should free this England which doth fettered lie, And giv...
Title:The Collected Poems of S. Weir MitchellFormat:PaperbackDimensions:84 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.17 inPublished:January 12, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217578292

ISBN - 13:9780217578295