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Of creatures that to man attend	A
His pastime or his wealth	B
The Horse we cherish as a friend	A
To sickness and to health	B
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Bless them who shield a steed from woe	C
By age from toil releas'd	D
And hated be the proud who shew	E
No mercy to their beast	D
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A wretch once doom'd tho' rich and strong	F
His faithful horse to bleed	G
But tell his fate my moral song	F
For that atrocious deed	G
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An antient knight of Kentish race	H
Of his athletic frame	I
Prone to indulge the passions base	H
Sir Geoffrin his name	I
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Against a priest indulg'd his rage	J
Who charitably good	K
To shield a widow's helpless age	J
His avarice withstood	K
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With abject choler fierce and hot	L
The knight perforce would gain	M
And blend her little garden plot	L
With his superb domain	M
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The priest who on that very ground	N
To soothe his wrath would strive	O
In frantic passion's fit he bound	N
And buried him alive	O
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The wretch was seiz'd with shame and fear	P
Tho' he his crime would boast	Q
When suddenly he chanc'd to hear	R
His king lay off the coast	Q
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'Twas gallant Harold in that day	S
Elate with regal power	T
Becalm'd his stately vessel lay	S
Near Geoffrin's high tower	T
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The royal mercy to surprize	H
He now resolves with speed	G
Haste hither bring he wildly cries	H
My strongest favourite steed	G
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It was a steed of noblest kind	U
In spirit and in limb	V
On which the desp'rate knight design'd	U
To the king's ship to swim	V
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Now by the swelling ocean's side	W
He mounts his courser brave	X
Spurs him with domineering pride	W
And plunges in the wave	X
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Us'd to his bold caprices oft	Y
And equal to his weight	Z
The courser toss'd his mane aloft	Y
And swam with breast elate	Z
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The knight now flourishes his sword	A2
As near the ship he draws	H
The wond'rous sight strikes all on board	A2
Who throng to find the cause	H
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The sailors round their sov'reign croud	A2
Who on the vessels stern	B2
Now hails the knight's approach aloud	A2
Eager his aim to learn	B2
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Provok'd by villains one I slew	E
And own him rashly slain	M
Hence to thy clemency I flew	E
My pardon to obtain	M
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Now by St George thou vent'rous knight	A2
Thy steed has nobly done	C2
Swim back and pardon make thee light	A2
Thy pardon he has won	C2
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The knight now with a joyous spring	D2
His horse's neck embrac'd	A2
Then blessing thrice his gracious king	D2
He steer'd him back in haste	A2
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Now as he touch'd his native sand	A2
And near his castle gate	A2
He saw the weeping widow stand	A2
And mock'd her mournful state	A2
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Woman thy threats touch me no more	E2
I ride on safety's wing	D2
My brave horse brings me safe to shore	E2
With pardon from my king	D2
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Kings seem to grant what God denies	H
Trust my prophetic breath	F2
So the indignant dame replies	H
That horse shall prove thy death	F2
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She spoke and with a voice so keen	G2
It search'd his inmost soul	H2
And caus'd a storm of fearful spleen	G2
Thro' his dark brain to roll	H2
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Half credulous half wildly brave	X
Now doubt now rage prevails	H
He stood like a black suspended wave	X
Struck by two adverse gales	H
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A doubt by superstition nurst	A2
Made all just thoughts recede	A2
Frantic he wav'd his sword and pierc'd	A2
His life preserving steed	A2
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Thy prophecies I thus destroy	I2
He cried thou wretched crone	J2
Threats on my days no more employ	I2
But tremble for thy own	J2
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Striding away his steed he left	A2
In his pure blood to roll	H2
He quickly of all aid bereft	A2
Breath'd out his nobler soul	H2
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The boastful knight now gay with pride	A2
By his successful crimes	H
Floating on folly's golden tide	A2
Prosper'd in stormy times	H
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Ungrateful both to man and beast	A2
His sovereign he betray'd	A2
And lent ere Harold's empire ceas'd	A2
The Norman treacherous aid	A2
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The Norman tyrant much carest	A2
This proud and abject slave	X
And lands by worthier lords possest	A2
For his base succour gave	X
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Now years since that eventful hour	T
In which his courser bled	A2
Had pour'd increase of wealth and pow'r	K2
On his aspiring head	A2
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As near with much enlarged estate	A2
To his domain he drew	E
He chanc'd before his castle gate	A2
A signal scene to view	E
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The scene his war steel'd nerves could shock	L2
Seated on mossy stones	H
The widow leaning 'gainst a rock	L2
Wept o'er his horse's bones	H
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Enrag'd from his new steed he vaults	H
Quick with his foot to spurn	B2
These bones that bid his bloody faults	H
To his base mind return	B2
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The head now bleach'd his proud foot strikes	H
With such indignant speed	A2
The bone its fierce aggressor spikes	H
It is his turn to bleed	A2
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The trivial wound the wrathful knight	A2
Disdains to search with care	M2
But soon he finds the wound tho' slight	A2
Death lurks in ambush there	M2
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Now to his bed of sorrow bound	A2
By penitential pain	M
He seems by this heart reaching wound	A2
A purer mind to gain	M
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Near to his couch he bids with care	M2
The widow to be brought	A2
And speaks to her with soften'd air	M2
His self correcting thought	A2
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True prophetess I feel thee now	N2
So God my crimes forgive	O2
As I with thee true concord vow	N2
In comfort may'st thou live	O
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Behold upon this charter'd scroll	H2
A pictur'd cottage stand	A2
I give it thee with all my soul	H2
And its adjacent land	A2
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The only rent I will assume	P2
Be this At close of day	A2
Sit thou with pity on my tomb	P2
And for my spirit pray	A2
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That tomb be rais'd by sculpture's aid	A2
To warn men from my guilt	A2
My horse's head beside me laid	A2
Whose blood I basely spilt	A2
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He spoke he died the tomb was made	A2
His statue look'd to Heaven	C2
And daily then the widow pray'd	A2
His crimes might be forgiven	C2