DOI article:
Latymer, Francis Burdett Thomas Coutts-Nevill: A ballad of Cornwall
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.38746#0051
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By F. B. Money Coutts
Who shall the greeting
Tell of their meeting ?
Joy, by no tongue
E’er to be sung,
Passed in that plighting !
VI
Thus while they dallied,
Forth the wood sallied
An horrible libbard, and bare
The brachet away to his lair !
By F. B. Money Coutts
Who shall the greeting
Tell of their meeting ?
Joy, by no tongue
E’er to be sung,
Passed in that plighting !
VI
Thus while they dallied,
Forth the wood sallied
An horrible libbard, and bare
The brachet away to his lair !