GILES COREY was a Wizard strong, A stubborn wretch was he; And fitt was he to hang on high Upon the Locust-tree. So when before the magistrates For triall he did come, He would no true confession make, But was compleatlie dumbe. "Giles Corey," said the Magistrate, "What hast thou heare to pleade To these that now accuse thy soule Of crimes and horrid deed?" Giles Corey, he said not a worde, No single worde spoke he. "Giles Corey," saith the Magistrate, "We'll press it out of thee." They got them then a heavy beam, They laid it on his breast; They loaded it with heavy stones, And hard upon him prest. "More weight!" now said this wretched man; "More weight!" again he cried; And he did no confession make, But wickedly he dyed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON |