Abby Sage Richardson

Name: Stories from Old English Poetry — Margaret, the Fair Maid of Fresingfield
Author: Abby Sage Richardson

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“Stories from Old English Poetry — Margaret, the Fair Maid of Fresingfield”, published in 1899, is a work by Abby Sage Richardson. It explores elements such as Lacy, Margaret and Fresingfield.

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Abby Sage Richardson, Stories from Old English Poetry… (1899)

“ O! how these gentlemen who call themselves noble, will flatter and feign, to wrong a trusting woman’s heart!”
“On my life, on my knightly honor, Margaret, I mean no jest. I love you. At first, indeed, I laughed at the charms of woman’s face and voice. But since I saw you, everywhere, at the fair, in all our walks and meetings, I have loved you more and more. And if thou wilt, I will make thee the Lincoln Countess and my true and honorable wife.”
“Alas! Lord Lacy, I fear much that pride will never let thee stoop so low as from thee to me.” ”

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Abby Sage Richardson, Stories from Old English Poetry… (1899)

“ Margaret seized the letter, and breaking the seal, read these words which stained the fair paper:—
“Margaret, the blossoms of the almond tree grow in a night and vanish in a morn; the butterfly’s wings shine in the sun, and are broken in the first dew. So my love for thee would not outlive our parting. Know that I have chosen a Spanish lady for my wife, a waiting woman to Princess Elinor; a lady fair, and no less fair than thyself, rich and of noble blood. I leave thee to thy liking, and have sent thee this purse of gold to thy dowry. Farewell. Neither thine or his own, Edward Lacy.” ”

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Abby Sage Richardson, Stories from Old English Poetry… (1899)

“ My thoughts are set on Margaret only. If thou hadst seen her but even now, as I did, Ned, working among her cream-bowls, her white arms bared, plunging in among the yellow curds, her soft hair dropping over her rosy cheeks, the smile that parted her cherry lips,— I tell thee, Lacy, thou, like me, would be ready to hazard crown and head with it, to win this lovely maiden of Fresingfield.”
“Not I, my lord,” laughed Lacy. “No woman’s glance has ever wounded my heart. ”

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Abby Sage Richardson, Stories from Old English Poetry… (1899)

“ The two gentlemen agree to ride together to London, where Edward has resolved to signify to his father his readiness to marry the princess. Lacy will seek the king’s consent to his marriage with Margaret, which, in the king’s good humor at Edward’s nuptials, he doubts not will be given. As for loving Margaret, she stays in sunny Fresingfield, shaping rich stuffs into fair garments, and with apt fingers weaving dainty broideries in fine linen, all of which shall be fit wearing for the Countess of Lincoln. ”

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Abby Sage Richardson, Stories from Old English Poetry… (1899)

“ Her father pressed a little some of these suits, fearing wisely that Lord Lacy’s fancy may be brief. But Margaret’s heart rested in perfect faith in her lover; and she has no ear for any other suit.
One day, walking near the wood, she beheld a page, wearing the green livery of Lincoln, posting hastily to her father’s cottage. Margaret hastened to meet him in the path, and craved to know what news he bore from Lacy.
“If you are the fair maid of Fresingfield,” answered the youth, “I have a letter for thee, and a purse beside.” ”

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Abby Sage Richardson, Stories from Old English Poetry… (1899)

“ If thy hair is not beginning to turn gray, it is better to win the prince’s friendship than to sue for the king’s favor. Now let me unfold. I have told thee that the maiden herself will not regard me. In her coldness lies the secret of my slow suit. I will ride straight to Friar Bacon, who lives close by at Oxford. He is a necromancer of wondrous power. Him will I solicit to give me a love charm, or throw over Mistress Margaret a spell, which shall cause her to doat on me. ”

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Abby Sage Richardson, Stories from Old English Poetry… (1899)

“ When he reached the colleges, he found the court already there, and amid the royal party was “La Belle Elinor,” the Spanish princess, whom the king had chosen for his son’s bride.
Daily the prince had met the lovely Castilian, and it must be confessed her glances had somewhat troubled his thoughts. But he prided himself on his constancy, and resolved Lacy should have no cause to laugh at him. When at length the court left the college for the London palace, Edward sought to meet with Friar Bacon, before posting back to Fresingfield to see the fair maiden. ”

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