Her father's horse which well she knew,
Her mother's hood and safeguard too,
He brought with him to testify
Her parents' order he came by.
Which when her uncle understood,
He hoped it would be for her good,
And gave consent to her straightway,
That with him she should come away.
When she was got her love behind,
They passed as swift as any wind,
That in two hours, or little more,
He brought her to her father's door.
But as they did this great haste make,
He did complain his head did ache;
Her handkerchief she then took out,
And tied the same his head about.
And unto him she thus did say:
'Thou art as cold as any clay,
When we come home a fire we'll have ;'
But little dreamed he went to grave.
Soon were they at her father's door,
And after she ne'er saw him more;
'I'll set the horse up,' then he said,
And there he left this harmless maid.
She knocked, and straight a man he cried, 'Who's there?' "Tis I,' she then replied; Who wondered much her voice to hear, And was possest with dread and fear.
Her father he did tell, and then
He stared like an affrighted man :
Down stairs he ran, and when he see her,
Cried out, 'My child, how cam'st thou here?'
'Pray, sir, did you not send for me
By such a messenger?' said she :
Which made his hair stand on his head,
As knowing well that he was dead.
'Where is he?' then to her he said;
'He's in the stable,' quoth the maid.
'Go in,' said he, 'and go to bed;
I'll see the horse well littered.'
He stared about, and there could he
No shape of any mankind see,
But found his horse all on a sweat;
Which made him in a deadly fret.
His daughter he said nothing to,
Nor none else, (though full well they knew
That he was dead a month before,)
For fear of grieving her full sore.
Her father to the father went
Of the deceased, with full intent
To tell him what his daughter said;
So both came back unto this maid.
They asked her, and she still did say
'Twas he that then brought her away;
Which when they heard, they were amazed,
And on each other strangely gazed.
handkerchief she said she tied bout his head, and that they tried ; he sexton they did speak unto hat he the grave would then undo.
ffrighted then they did behold is body turning into mould,
nd though he had a month been dead his handkerchief was about his head.
his thing unto her then they told,
nd the whole truth they did unfold;
he was thereat so terrified
nd grieved, that she quickly died.
THE NIGHTINGALE
it fell upon a day
the merry month of May,
ting in a pleasant shade
hich a grove of myrtles made,
asts did leap and birds did sing,
ees did grow and plants did spring,
-erything did banish moan,
ve the Nightingale alone.
e, poor bird, as all forlorn,
an'd her breast against a thorn,
d there sung the dolefullest ditty
at to hear it was great pity.
e, fie, fie, now would she cry;
reu, Tereu, by and by:
That to hear her so complain
Scarce I could from tears refrain;
For her griefs so lively shewn
Made me think upon mine own.
—Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain,
None takes pity on thy pain:
Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee,
Ruthless beasts, they will not cheer thee;
King Pandion, he is dead,
All thy friends are lapp'd in lead.
All thy fellow birds do sing
Careless of thy sorrowing.
Even so, poor bird, like thee
None alive will pity me.
ON A FAVOURITE CAT DROWNED IN
A TUB OF GOLDFISHES
'Twas on a lofty vase's side
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow,
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima, reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declared:
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw, and purr'd applause.
till had she gazed, but midst the tide wo angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream:
heir scaly armour's Tyrian hue, hrough richest purple, to the view Betray'd a golden gleam.
he hapless Nymph with wonder saw:
whisker first, and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
he stretch'd in vain to reach the prize;
Vhat female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?
resumptuous maid! with looks intent
gain she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between-
Malignant fate sat by and smiled-
The slippery verge her feet beguiled;
She tumbled headlong in!
Eight times emerging from the flood
She mew'd to every watery god
Some speedy aid to send:
No dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd,
Nor cruel Tom nor Susan heard-
A favourite has no friend!
FOX AT THE POINT OF DEATH
fox, in life's extreme decay,
eak, sick and faint, expiring lay;
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