C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
George Walter Thornbury (18281876)
The Cavaliers Escape
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Trap! trap! went the gray;
But pad! pad!
My chestnut broke away:
It was just five miles from Salisbury town,
And but one hour to day.
Rap!
But my chestnut mare was of blood so rare
That she showed them all the way.
Spur on! spur on!—I doffed my hat,
And wished them all good-day.
Splintered through fence and rail;
But chestnut Kate switched over the gate—
I saw them droop and tail:
To Salisbury town—but a mile of down,
Once over this brook and rail.
Past the walls of mossy stone:
The roan flew on at a staggering pace,
But blood is better than bone;
I patted old Kate and gave her the spur,
For I knew it was all my own.
And I saw their wolf’s eyes burn:
I felt like a royal hart at bay,
And made me ready to turn;
I looked where highest grew the may,
And deepest arched the fern.
One blow and he was down;
The second rogue fired twice and missed—
I sliced the villain’s crown,
Clove through the rest, and flogged brave Kate,
Fast, fast to Salisbury town.
Thud! thud! upon the sand,
With a gleam of swords, and a burning match,
And a shaking of flag and hand,
But one long bound, and I passed the gate
Safe from the canting band.