Category: Children & Young Adult Reading
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, With the slow motion of a summer's cloud, And now, as he approach'd a vassal's door, 'Bring forth another horse!' he cried aloud.
The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts; 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song to thinking hearts.
1. Chapter 1The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, With the slow motion of a summer's cloud, And now, as he approach'd a vassal's door, 'Bring forth another horse!' he cried aloud.