. A twisted skein:. THE L IERCE roars the tempest-war ! The battle clamour, swells more nearand hot; Against the windows beats the frozen shot;Across the skies the blazing pennons stream;The battle trumpets shriek, and howl, andscream; Now near, and now afar,Still comes the flash and boom, the flash and boomOf heavens guns. And in the dusky room,One moment wrapped in deepest gloom of night, THE ARRIVAL. 15 And in the next ablaze with, livid light,The ladys shrinking form Now bends in terror by a fireless grate, When—hark! was that the clang of massivegate, By human hand impatient fie
. A twisted skein:. THE L IERCE roars the tempest-war ! The battle clamour, swells more nearand hot; Against the windows beats the frozen shot;Across the skies the blazing pennons stream;The battle trumpets shriek, and howl, andscream; Now near, and now afar,Still comes the flash and boom, the flash and boomOf heavens guns. And in the dusky room,One moment wrapped in deepest gloom of night, THE ARRIVAL. 15 And in the next ablaze with, livid light,The ladys shrinking form Now bends in terror by a fireless grate, When—hark! was that the clang of massivegate, By human hand impatient fiercely shut ? And that the tramp of iron hoof ? or but The war-steeds of the storm? Tramp, tramp, tramp, TRAMP, along the grav-elled drive! A phantom steed, if not a thing alive! II. Still sounds the mystic prance !A moment silenced by the fearful roarOf battle storm without—which lulls once more, 16 THE ARRIVAL. And on the drive the iron footfalls ring; Distinctly heard each hoofs impatient fling— A pause, and then advance!
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