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Title: The old English 'squire, "a jovial gay fox hunter, bold, frank, and free" : a poem in ten cantos
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Careless, John, d. 1556
Subjects: Horses
Publisher: London : Methuen
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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truggling through a cloud.Whilst his breath came thick, and his pulse beat loud, I04 THE OLD ENGLISH SQUIRE The kelpy it was—he knew by its face^ Twas the same their Scotch gardner had seen at that place ;And onward he hurried in wild affright.Through the path dimly seen in the pale moon-light. Now over the mountain_, field, and floodNight again sunk in dark repose ; Scarce could he hear the sigh of the wood,Or see where the wall of Baconsfield rose. 1760 When lo I from the mansions window high,A light beamd over the country afar, Seemd a burning thread on the sable sky,Or a ray of some lone forsaken star. Twas by Isabelles hand in the windowplacd.What gloom could obscure its sacred ray; When it shone to bid the lover haste.When it shone to guide the lovers way. And well it was that there it stood,To guide her hapless swain that night, 1770 For neer did weary seaman hailThe dancing light on the billows breast. That streamd from the distant beacon pale.The harbinger of home and rest.
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1 .kI ^ CANTO THE EIGHTH 105 With half the joy the young squh*e felt^When that bright beacon met his eye ; Almost to the beam he could have knelt,That told him home and its comforts were nigh. Soon twas seen that the youthful squire,Seldom from home in an evning woulddine; 1780 And fair Isabelle seemd more to admire,Often would leave his friends or his wine.To sit with her in the evnings decline. The draft-board often so nicely she placd.So neatly arrangd his favorite room, Where the old bow window with flowers wasgracd,And the evning breeze gently spread theirperfume.And soon as the zest of the game declind,With a good humourd smile to her musicwould run ;While at his ease he near her reclind, 1790His favorite songs so sweetly she sung. That our hero entrancd on her accents hung. io6 THE OLD ENGLISH SQUIRE Oft he founds unless she appeard at his side.Of comfort and pleasure his moments were void;Unless her white hand carvd his favorite pie,The crust was too hard, or the seasoning too

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