Tesoro trove; . est noi - Trove. Suo padre nature debito aveva pagato Circa il tempo della Terza crociata, Un tempo in cui la moda è stata completamente impostata da Richard di correre in tilt e debito, Quando i pennacchi erano alti e prudenza bassi, E ogni cavaliere si sentiva legato a andare il passo, e proprio come Richard do, Correndo la sua borsa e un Paynim attraverso. Eppure non si suppone che Vidomar Sia mai stato un cavaliere nella guerra Santa: Per Richard molti una testa saracena aveva saccheggiato prima che il vecchio conte fosse morto ; e Richard era casa dalla Palestina, casa dalla prigione di di.irrenstein, E molti un cadavere cristiano aveva fatto. E-esimo

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Treasure trove; . east we- Trove. His father natures debt had paid About the time of the Third Crusade, — A time when the fashion was fully set By Richard of running in tilts and debt, When plumes were high and prudence low, And every knight felt bound to go The pace, and just like Richard do, By running his purse and a Paynim through. Yet do not suppose that Vidomar Was ever a knight in the Holy War: For Richard many a Saracen head Had lopped before the old Count was dead ; And Richard was home from Palestine, Home from the dungeon of Di.irrenstein, And many a Christian corpse had made. Ere the time in which the story is laid. But the fashion he set became so strong, That Vidomar was hurried along. And did as many a peer has done On reaching a title and twenty-one. And met the fate that will meet a peer Who lives in state on nothing a year. Deserted by all, except some Jews, Holding old post-obits and I O Us, Who hunted him up and hunted him down, He left Limoges, the capital town, Treasure- Trove. 5. For his country castle Chains, —As spendthrift lords to Boulogne repair, To give their estates a chance to air, — And went to turning follows ;Or ordered his serfs to turn the same, While he went himself in pursuit of game, Or any rural pleasure.Till one fine day, as he rode away. Treasure- Troi e. A serf came running behind to say Tlieyd found a buried treasure.No more he thought of hawk or hound, But spurred to the spot, and there he found. Beyond his boldest thoughts, A sum to set him afloat a^ain, —The leading figure, twas very plain, Was followed by several 000. O, who can tell of the schemes that flewThrough his head, as the treasure met his view, And he knew that again his note was good ?He may have felt as a debtor would Who has dodged a dogging dun.Or a bank-cashier in his hour of dreadWith brokers behind and breakers ahead, Or a blood with his last upon the red, — And each expecting a run. What should he do? Twas very trueThat all of his debts were overdue

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• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1870
• bookidtreasuretrov
• bookyear1873