Scan 377
The violin, its famous makers and their imitators, 1887
36 lines. Read by computer on 28 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.
1THE VIOLIN.
3He drew up all his force into
4One body and into one blow.
6The Knight, with all its weight, fell down
7Like a feather bed betwixt a wall
8And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
10Crowdero only kept the field,
11Not stirring from the place he held;
12Though beaten down and wounded sore,
13I' th' Fiddle, and a leg that bore
14One side of him—not that of bone,
15But much its better, th' wooden one.
16He spying Hudibras lie strew'd
17Upon the ground, like log of wood,
19In haste he snatch'd the wooden limb
20That, hurt in th' ankle, lay by him,
21And, fitting it for sudden fight,
22Straight drew it up, t' attack the Knight;
24Vowing to be reveng'd, for breach
25Of Crowd and skin, upon the wretch,¹
26Sole author of all detriment
27He and his Fiddle underwent.
29When Ralpho thrust himself between,
30He took the blow upon his arm,
31To shield the Knight from further harm,
32And, joining wrath with force, bestow'd
33On th' wooden member such a load,
35¹ Crowd, a Fiddle, and therefore for injury done by "breach," or cracks, to Crowdero's instrument.
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