She wept, deliver'd from her danger; But when he knelt to claim her glove'Seek not,' she cried, 'oh! gallant stranger, For hapless Adelgitha's love. 'For he is in a foreign far land Whose arms should now have set me free; And I must wear the willow garland For him that's dead or false to me.' 'Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!' T. Campbell CVII THE COUNCIL OF HORSES Upon a time a neighing steed, Who graz'd among a numerous breed, And spread dissension through the plain. Shall we our servitude retain, Because our sires have borne the chain? Consider, friends! your strength and might; 'Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumbrous is the gilded coach! Were we design'd for daily toil, To drag the ploughshare through the soil, A general nod approv'd the cause, And, to the murmurs of the train, 'When I had health and strength like you The toils of servitude I knew ; Now grateful man rewards my pains, And gives me all these wide domains. At will I crop the year's increase; F. Gay CVIII ST. ROMUALD One day, it matters not to know How many hundred years ago, A Frenchman stopt at an inn door: The Landlord came to welcome him and chat Of this and that, For he had seen the traveller there before. 'Doth holy Romuald dwell Still in his cell?' The Traveller ask'd, 'or is the old man dead?' 'No; he has left his loving flock, and we So great a Christian never more shall see,’ The Landlord answer'd, and he shook his head. 'Ah, sir, we knew his worth! If ever there did live a saint on earth! Why, sir, he always used to wear a shirt For thirty days, all seasons, day and night. Good man, he knew it was not right For Dust and Ashes to fall out with Dirt! And then he only hung it out in the rain, And put it on again. 'There has been perilous work From sunset until morn. He with a cross, the Devil with his horn; And the hot vapour fill'd the smoking cell. 'Then, sir, to see how he would mortify And look at all the delicate things, and cry, 'O belly, belly, You would be gormandizing now, I know; Home to your bread and water, home, I tell ye !' But,' quoth the Traveller, 'wherefore did he leave To do him a great honour; and you know And so by stealth one night away he went.' ‘What might this honour be?' the Traveller cried. 'Why, sir,' the host replied, 'We thought perhaps that he might one day leave us ; And then should strangers have The good man's grave. A loss like that would naturally grieve us, And so we meant to strangle him one night.' CIX R. Southey LADY ALICE Lady Alice was sitting in her bower window At midnight mending her quoif; And there she saw as fine a corpse As ever she saw in her life. |