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Little Engel a ballad with a series of epigrams from the Persian   By: (1859-1937)

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LITTLE ENGEL A BALLAD WITH A SERIES OF EPIGRAMS FROM THE PERSIAN

BY GEORGE BORROW

LONDON: PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION

1913

LITTLE ENGEL.

It was the little Engel, he So handsome was and gay; To Upland rode he on a tide And bore a maid away.

In ill hour he to Upland rode And made a maid his prize; The first night they together lay Was down by Vesteryse.

It was the little Engel he Awoke at black midnight, And straight begins his dream to state In terror and affright.

“Methought the wolf whelp and his dam, The laidly she wolf gray, Tore out my heart, and twixt their teeth Did hold it as I lay.”

“That thou dream’st little Engel thus Can cause slight wonderment, When me thou’st ta’en by might and main Nor asked my friends’ consent.”

In came Solwey Johnsen then And stood before the table; He was I ween, a clever lad, And well to speak was able.

“Hear thou, my lord, Little Engel, Rise up and straight begone; For here Sir Godey Loumand comes By four ways to the town.”

“I fear not four, Solwey Johnsen, Nor five fear I, nor ten! I fear not Godey Sir Loumand, though He come with thirty men.”

“O there are more than four, Sir, Or five, Sir, or than ten; Here cometh Godey Sir Loumand with A hundred armed men.”

It was the little Engel, he Took Malfred in his arm: “Now, dearest heart, some counsel give May free us from this harm.”

It was the little Engel, her Upon the white cheek kiss’d: “Now do thou hear, my bosom’s dear, With counsel us assist.”

“The best advice that I can give I’ll give thee in this case; To Mary’s Church we will retire, They’ll ne’er destroy that place.

“We’ll gold and silver take, and on The scale we’ll pile them high; To morrow from the Churchmen we The holy place will buy.

“Around you call your merry men all To whom you’ve given bread; For refuge we to the Kirk will flee Since we are thus bestead.

“Do you take all your merry men who Your coursers’ backs have prest; We’ll hie us to our Lady’s church, And set our hearts at rest.

“That’s the best counsel, love, I know, A simple woman I; In Mary’s house we’ll lock ourselves, And there our foes defy.”

It was the little Engel, Into the church he went: Sir Loumand to beleaguer him A hundred men has sent.

Before the kirk his men they lay Till full five months were past; It was Godey Sir Loumand So wrathful grew at last.

Then spake the mother of little Malfred, With hate ’gainst her was fill’d: “The Kirk of Maria burn with fire, And it with gold rebuild.”

The fire began to burn, to burn, The sparkles in they flew; At that adread was little Malfred, And ashy pale she grew.

It was so hot in the Kirk yard when Abroad the blazes sped; But in the Kirk still hotter when In poured the melted lead.

It was the little Malfred, So frantic was her mood: “O let us quick the horses stick, And cool us with their blood.”

Then little Engel answer made, As on the floor he stood: “But coolness small shall we derive From our good coursers’ blood.”

Answered the groom who loved the steeds As dearly as his breath: “Ye’d better little Malfred stick, She well deserveth death.”

It was the little Engel, His arms round Malfred twin’d: “No death hast thou deserved from us, And none from us shalt find.

“My little Malfred, do thou hear What I now say to thee; If a son this year thou chance to bear, That son name after me.”

They placed her on a buckler, They placed their spears below, And through the window lifted her With hearts so full of woe... Continue reading book >>




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