Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1843-07-01

lilo lady bright awake
Art fast asleep. Of dost thou watch
N And weep for Williams sake I"
"Ah, William thoa I SO late al night,
I've watched and wert since morning light
but tell me. dearest whence YOU come,
| Alone. at midnight, travelling home"
e Ky.
! ave mount fol flight, at dead Of nights
Our coufsef'B fleet and black
come from far Bohemian lands,
And take you with me back
aNay. William, rest. at least till morn
The wind blows wildly through the thorn
Comet rest thee from It's loud alarms
Till morning in thy true loves arms"
blow high or low | blow sleet or snow
Blow tempest. rack or rain I!
My stesd Is digit. my time is night
must mol here remain.
Come ! hurry ! hurry don you sack,
And jump upon my chargers back !
We have 10 ride, my lady bright,
At least q hundred leagues Tonight"
"What, William ride a hundred leagues
Before the crow Of cock
Already by our village chimes
'Tis past eleven o'clock y
"Past iiddle.siitk why let il strike
We ride, | Tell you, sreoire.likef
I'll bring thee, sWeetheatt.@ncver dread i~-
BY morning 10 your marriage bed"
SvtIL
"swee, William, say this marriage bed -
What il 1t you intend =
"Sx boards in length, and ono short piece
Across al either end
$50 little room 1'-"t'nough for both
Come. Jump upon my saddle.eloth |
The wedding party Is prepared,
And eur bsd.chafthef nicely aired"
XIX.
Up spfang that lovely maiden then
Upon the steed behind.
And closely in her SNOWY arms
The darling rider twined.
Then off they goi hurra hurrs
'ris gallpp gallop all The way
The horse and hofseman pant for breath
The pavement apafkles underneath,
On either side, az on they ride.
Away the houses fly
The bridges thunder under foot,
Inc moon Ia bright Oh high,
"Art frightened, love down dale up dixie
Hufra I! we 20 It speotre-llke |
Desi fear the epeetres, sweetheart - 'Not
But, dearest William, talk not 80 :"
What sound IL there upon the air
The crows are OF the wing (.
The passing hell tolls ont a kntll,
Aud, 10! the mournors bring
A coffin placed upon a hearse, /
And Chart a sett of funeral verse,
Much like tho wblfss terrific howl
Or shrioking Of the midnight owl.
XII.
Enough ! enough Il Of this vile stuff
I've other sport in quest
| wed tonight my lady bright,
And bid We 10 the feast.
Come, Chorister, with all your thtongs
And warhlo us the wedding song
Come on, Sir parson /, wo shall need
A blessing for our marriage bed"
XxIlt.
The chant is done the bier is gone
And, at the horseman's call,
Procession, Parsen, Cloristert
They follow, one and all.
Again, away hurra hurra.
'rie gallop gallop T! all the way!
Tho horse or horeeman pant for brogih ;
The pavement sparkles underneath.
XXIV.
either side,f as on they ride,
The hills, and everything.
Trees, houses, cities, villages,
Are all upon the wing.
Art frightened. losee-Down DALE! UP dixie
we 20 It, spectre-like !
Dogt fear the spectfes, sweetheart !" "No!
But, desrest william talk not So"
xxv.
Stay! stay /! | see the gallows tree ;
And footing Il about,
Hall ont Of sight, By the moonlight.
An airy tahble ront.
What bo !! you rabble. hera /! come here /!
You rabhle to the wedding cheer
and show We, az we change our rings,
Your rirouettes and pigeon wings"
XXvI.
The dance is up the rabble troop
Come after with a rush!
Like whis'ling breeze through thick pine.
trees,
Or through the hazel-hnsh.
Once more away. hurra /. hurra
It's gallop !. gallop /! all the way,
Tho horse and korsefnan pant for breath
The pavement sparkles underneath.
XVII.
Is onsthey ride on either side,
The world is hurrying pas,
Noon, stars, and planets Id the sky.
Are hurrying on as fast.
Art frightened, love ?-Down dale. UP dixie.
a:a-a. we 60 i, spectre- like
)ost fear the snet,res, sweetheart I" "No.
But, dearest William +. talk not So"
= XVIII.
What no. what no. the ROSTERS crow
We've had a pretty chase +!
Four werk is sped. my gallant steed
For We ara al the place.
tbs time | scent the morning air,
The wedding company is there
And all is ready for the show;
Come on, my charger : in we go"
xxx.
A lofty gate of iron CRATE
kthwart the passage rose
his whip-stroke back springs the lock,
Away the cross-bar goes
The c%hurchyard portals open wide,
and helter-skelter ! in they ride
The horses hoofs, in trampling on,
stEsck dae 5on many . burial. stone