The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (11.1896)

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A Ballad of Cornwall

While a brachet beside her
Still bayed the fair rider,
Still leaped up and bayed her ;
A small scenting hound
That Sir Tristram purveyed her.
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So she rode on ;
But the brachet behind
Hung snuffing the wind,
Till seeking and crying
Faster and faster,
Beside the well lying
She found her dear master !
Then licking his ears
And cheeks wet with tears,
For joy never resting
Kept whining and questing.
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Isoud (returned,
Seeking her hound)
Soon as she learned
Tristram was found,
Straightway alighting,
Fell in a swound.
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Won by her lover
Thence to recover,
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