He told the story—all there was to tell:
A little mound the village churchyard bore;
And this, he said, is only Crazy Nell.
—Joseph Whitton.
“Fly, fly, beloved mistress, the devils of the mountains are upon us!”
Sir Rupert’s Wife.
You see where the cliffs frown yonder in a line of dingy red?—
That wild, fierce crag, the highest, is known as Sir Rupert’s Head:
It’s five hundred feet and over from the brow to the sea below,