The Visions of England eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 180 pages of information about The Visions of England.

The Visions of England eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 180 pages of information about The Visions of England.

What though the Wild Hunt
Like a whirlwind of hell
Yestereve ran the forest,
With baying and yell:—­
In his cups the Red heathen
Mocks God to the face;
—­’In the devil’s name, shoot;
Tyrrell, ho!—­to the chase!’

—­Now with worms for his courtiers
He lies in the narrow
Cold couch of the chancel! 
—­But whence was the arrow?

The dread vision of Serlo
That call’d him to die,
The weird sacrilege terror
Of sleep, have gone by. 
The blood of young Richard
Cries on him in vain,
In the heart of the Lindwood
By arbalest slain. 
And he plunges alone
In the Serpent-glade gloom,
As one whom the Furies
Hound headlong to doom.

His sin goes before him,
The lust and the pride;
And the curses of England
Breathe hot at his side. 
And the desecrate walls
Of the Evil-wood shrine
Lo, he passes—­unheeding
Dark vision and sign:—­

—­Now with worms for his courtiers
He lies in the narrow
Cold couch of the chancel: 
—­But whence was the arrow?

Then a shudder of death
Flicker’d fast through the wood:—­
And they found the Red King
Red-gilt in his blood. 
What wells up in his throat? 
Is it cursing, or prayer? 
Was it Henry, or Tyrrell,
Or demon, who there
Has dyed the fell tyrant
Twice crimson in gore,
While the soul disincarnate
Hunts on to hell-door?

—­Ah! friendless in death! 
Rude forest-hands fling
On the charcoaler’s wain
What but now was the king! 
And through the long Minster
The carcass they bear,
And huddle it down
Without priest, without prayer:—­

Now with worms for his courtiers
He lies in the narrow
Cold couch of the chancel: 
—­But whence was the arrow?

In his cups; Rufus, it is said, was ‘fey,’ as the old phrase has it, on the day of his death.  He feasted long and high, and then chose out two cross-bow shafts, presenting them to Tyrrell with the exclamation given above.

Serlo; He was Abbot of Gloucester, and had sent to Rufus the narrative of an ominous dream, reported in the Monastery.

The true dreams; On his last night Rufus ’laid himself down to sleep, but not in peace; the attendants were startled by the King’s voice—­a bitter cry—­a cry for help—­a cry for deliverance—­he had been suddenly awakened by a dreadful dream, as of exquisite anguish befalling him in that ruined church, at the foot of the Malwood rampart.’  Palgrave:  Hist. of Normandy and of England, B. IV:  ch. xii.

Young Richard; Son to Robert Courthose, and hunting, as his uncle’s guest, in the New Forest in May 1100, was mysteriously slain by a heavy bolt from a Norman Arbalest.

The Evil-wood walls; ’Amongst the sixty churches which had been ‘ruined,’ my Father remarks, in his notice of the New Forest, ’the sanctuary below the mystic Malwood was peculiarly remarkable. . . .  You reach the Malwood easily from the Leafy Lodge in the favourite deer-walk, the Lind-hurst, the Dragon’s wood.’

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