"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 66 '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, "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, "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. 1 O were my Love yon Lilac fair. O WERE my love yon lilac fair, When wearied on my little wing; How I wad mourn, when it was torn 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, Till fley'd awa by Phœbus' 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; And silver white the river gleams, Had dropt her silver bow 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, To seek the elected one. It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep Of him, who slumbering lies. O, weary hearts! O, slumbering eyes! Are fraught with fear and pain, No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utter desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds, as if, with unseen wings, "Where hast thou stayed so long?" Eden. EDEN, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, LONGFELLOW. |