St Nicholas [serial] . go back as you came! said she. He shook the bird from his royal wrist: Since the Saxons curse I yet have missed,For the gift of a rose I seal the tryst. Where the store of the rose-trees bent them low,She broke him a branch like drifted snow,And fastened it brave at his saddle-bow. They turned about, and they left her there,Sir Herluin brave, and bold Guilbert,Robert the Flame-brand, and Taillefer. That night King William sat stern and cold;But Maud, the Queen,— so the tale is told,—Wore an English rose in her girdles gold. And Taillefer, ere the curfew chime,Wove the ta
St Nicholas [serial] . go back as you came! said she. He shook the bird from his royal wrist: Since the Saxons curse I yet have missed,For the gift of a rose I seal the tryst. Where the store of the rose-trees bent them low,She broke him a branch like drifted snow,And fastened it brave at his saddle-bow. They turned about, and they left her there,Sir Herluin brave, and bold Guilbert,Robert the Flame-brand, and Taillefer. That night King William sat stern and cold;But Maud, the Queen,— so the tale is told,—Wore an English rose in her girdles gold. And Taillefer, ere the curfew chime,Wove the tale in a courtly rhyme,That men might hear, in the after-time, How the Conqueror great, in joys and woesHaughty alike to friends and foes,Turned aside for a childs white rose ! Now freely, freely, little brown fawn,The dim glades thou shalt roam—The King and all his gentlemenAre winding slowly home. Merrily laughs the silver hornEre yet the dusk is gray — The King and all his gentlemenWill hunt no more to-day !. THE BUCCANEERS OF OUR COAST. By Frank R. Stockton. [This series was begun in the November ] Chapter VIII. how bartholemy rested himself.
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