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"It would be a shame, fair lady, For to bear a woman hence; English soldiers never carry

Any such without offence."

"I'll quickly change myself, if it be so,

And like a page I'll follow thee where'er thou go."

"I have neither gold or silver

To maintain thee in this case; And to travel is great charges,

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As you know, in every place.”

'My chains and jewels every one shall be thy own,

And eke five hundred pounds in gold that lies unknown."

"On the seas are many dangers,

Many storms do there arise, Which will be to ladies dreadful,

And force tears from watery eyes."

"Well, in troth, I shall endure extremity,

For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee."

"Courteous lady, leave this fancy;

Here comes all that breeds the strife;

I in England have already

A sweet woman to my wife:

I will not falsify my vow for gold or gain,

Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain."

"O! how happy is that woman

That enjoys so true a friend!

Many happy days God send her!

Of my suit I make an end;

On my knees I pardon crave for my offence,

Which did from love and true affection first commence.

"Commend me to thy lovely lady,

Bear to her this chain of gold. And these bracelets for a token,

Grieving that I was so bold:

All my jewels in like sort take thou with thee,
For they are fitting for thy wife, and not for me.

"I will spend my days in prayer,

Love and all her laws defy;

In a nunnery will I shroud me

Far from any company:

But, ere my prayers have an end, be sure of this,
To pray for thee, and for thy love, I will not miss.

"Thus farewell, most gallant captain, Farewell too my heart's content! Count not Spanish ladies wanton,

Though to thee my love was bent:

Joy and true prosperity go still with thee!"

"The like fall ever to thy share, most fair ladie.”

PERCY'S RELIQUES.

O were my Love yon Lilac fair.

O WERE my love yon lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring;
And I a bird to shelter there,

When wearied on my little wing;

How I wad mourn, when it was torn
By autumn wild, and winter rude!

But I wad sing on wanton wing,

When youthfu' May its bloom renewed.

"O gin my love were yon red rose,
That grows upon the castle wa',

And I mysel' a drap o' dew,

Into her bonnie breast to fa'!

"Oh, there beyond expression blessed,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Sealed on her silk-saft faulds to rest,

Till fley'd awa by Phoebus' light."*

BURNS.

* The first two stanzas are Burns's. The last two are a fragment contained in Witherspoon's collection of Scots songs.

Endymion.

THE rising moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
Lie on the landscape green,

With shadows brown between.

And silver white the river gleams,
As if Diana, in her dreams,

Had dropt her silver bow
Upon the meadows low.

On such a tranquil night as this, She woke Endymion with a kiss, When, sleeping in the grove, He dreamed not of her love.

Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, Love gives itself, but is not bought; Nor voice, nor sound betrays Its deep, impassioned gaze.

It comes, the beautiful, the free,
The crown of all humanity,-
In silence and alone,

To seek the elected one.

It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep
Are Life's oblivion, the soul's sleep,
And kisses the closed eyes

Of him, who slumbering lies.

O, weary hearts! O, slumbering eyes!
O, drooping souls, whose destinies

Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again!

No one is so accursed by fate,

No one so utter desolate,

But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.

Responds,—as if, with unseen wings,
An angel touched its quivering strings;
And whispers, in its song,

"Where hast thou stayed so long?"

Eden.

EDEN, where delicious Paradise,

Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green,
As with a rural mound the champain head
Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides
With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild,
Access denied; and overhead up grew

LONGFELLOW.

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