Old Ballads: Historical and Narrative, with Some of Modern Date, Volume 4

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Robert Harding Evans
R. H. Evans, 1810 - Ballads, English
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Page 94 - forget thy humble spouse. ** Then, Leicester, why, again I plead, " (The injur'd surely may repine,) " Why didst thou wed a country maid, " When some fair princess might be thine ? " Why didst thou praise my humble charms, " And, oh ! then leave them to decay " Why didst thou win me to thy arms,
Page 95 - —To smile for joy—than sigh for woe— " —To be content—than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them ? " Daily to pine and waste with care ! " Like the poor plant, that from its stem " Divided—feels the chilling air. Nor (cruel earl !) can I enjoy " The humble charms of solitude
Page 94 - Among the fields wild flow'rs are fair; " Some country swain might me have won, " And thought my beauty passing rare. *' But, Leicester, (or I much am wrong) " Or tis not beauty lures thy vows ; " Rather ambition's gilded crown " Makes thec forget thy humble spouse. ** Then, Leicester, why, again I plead,
Page 26 - there, the like no where For cunning such and virtue much, . By whom some part of music art so did I gain. From Paul's I went, to Eton sent To learn straightways the Latin phrase, Where fifty three stripes given to me at once I had
Page 342 - have ye seen a toy, Called Love, a little boy ? Almost naked, wanton, blind, Cruel now, and then as kind : If he be amongst you, say, He is Venus' run-away. She that will but now discover Where this winged wag doth hover, Shall to night receive a
Page 96 - of Cumnor Hall. The mastiff howl'd at village door, The oaks were shatter'd on the green ; Woe was the hour—for never more That hapless countess e'er was seen. And in that manor now no more Is cheerful feast and sprightly ball ; For ever since that dreary hour Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall. The village maids, with fearful glance,
Page 95 - The village maidens of the plain " Salute me lowly as they go ; " Envious they mark my silken train, " Nor think a countess can have woe. " The simple nymphs ! they little know, " How far more nappy's their estate— " —To smile for joy—than sigh for woe— " —To be content—than to be great.
Page 48 - nought doth say the heart of stone. Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak, Sweet lip, sweet eye, sweet blushing cheek, Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus, take thy gifts again : Make not so fair to cause our moan, Or make a heart that's like our own.
Page 91 - Among court ladies all despis'd ; " Why didst thou rend it from that hall, " Where (scornful earl) it well was priz'd ? " And when you first to me made suit, " How fair I was you oft would say ! " And, proud of conquest—pluck'd the fruit, " Then left the blossom to decay. " Yes, now neglected and despis'd
Page 344 - baths their warmest blood, Nought but wounds his hands doth season, And he hates none like to reason. Trust him not, his words though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet, All his practice is deceit Every gift it is a bait, Not a kiss

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