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In wild amaze, in speechless wo,
Devoid of sense I lay:
I meant myself to slay:
I seiz'd the bloody brand :*
And wrench'd it from my hand.
• A crowd, that from the castle came,
Had miss'd their lovely ward; And seizing me to prison bare,
And deep in dungeon barr’d.
"It chanc'd that on that very morn
Their chief was prisoner ta’en: Lord Percy had us soon exchang’d,
And strove to sooth my pain.
And soon those honoured dear remains
To England were convey'd ;
With holy rites were laid.
For me, I loath'd my wretched life,
And oft to end it sought;
• They rais'd my heart to that pure source
Whence heavenly comfort flows: They taught me to despise the world, And calmly bear its woes.
* i. e. sword.
“No more the slave of human pride,
Vain hope and sordid care ;
In penitence and prayer.
Impetuous, haughty, wild ; But poor and humble Benedict,
Now lowly, patient, mild : -My lands I gave to feed the poor,
And sacred altars raise ; And here a lonely anchorite
I came to end my days. * This sweet sequestered vale I chose,
These rocks, and hanging grove ; For oft beside this murmuring stream
My love was wont to rove.
*My noble friend approv'd my choice,
This bless'd retreat he gave : And here I carv'd her beauteous form,
And scoop'd this holy cave.
• Full fifty winters, all forlorn,
My life I've linger'd here;
I drop the pensive tear.
And thou, dear brother of my heart !
So faithful and so true,
Still makes my bosom rue!
“Yet not unpitied pass'd my life,
Forsaken, or forgot,
Would grace my lowly cot.
Oft the great earl from toils of state,
And cumbrous pomp of power, Would gladly seek my little cell
To spend the tranquil hour. • But length of life is length of wo!
1 liv'd to mourn his fali: I liv'd to mourn his godlike son,*
Their friends and followers all.
But thou the honours of thy race,
Lov'd youth, shalt now restore ; And raise again the Percy name
More glorious than before.'
He ceas'd, and on the lovely pair
His choicest blessings laid:
His mournful tale repaid.
They ask the good old sire;
To Scotland they retire.
At Raby's stately hall,
She suppliant at her nephew's* throne
The royal grace implor'd :
The Percy was restor’d.
Admir'd his beauteous dame:
Percy. Note.-The account given in the foregoing ballad of young Percy, the son of Hotspur, receives the following confirmation from the old Chronicle of Whitby.
Henry Percy, the son of sir Henry Percy, that was slayne at Shrewesbery, and of Elizabeth, the daughter of the erle of Marche, after the death of his father and grauntsyre, was exiled into Scotlandt in the time of king Henry the Fourth : but in the time of king Henry the Fifth, by the labour of Johanne the countess of Westmerland' (whose daughter Alianor he had wedded in coming into England), he recovered the king's grace, and the countye of Northumberland, so was the second erle of Northumberland.
*And of this Alianor his wife, he begate IX sonnes, and III daughters, whose names be Johanne, that is buried at Whytbye; Thomas, lord Egremont; Katheryne Gray of Rythyn; sir Raffe Percy; William Percy, a byshopp; Richard Percy; John, that dyed without issue; sanother John, called by Vincent, I Johannes Percy senior de Warkworth ;) George Percy, clerk; Henry, that dyed without issue ; Anne- besides the eldest son and suce cessor here omitted, because he comes in below, viz.) • Henry Percy, the third erle of Northumberland,''
Vid, Harl. MSS. No. 692, (26) in the British Museum, * King Henry V. A.D. 1414.
ti. e. remained an exile in Scotland during the reign of king Henry IV. In Scotia exulavit tempore Henrici Regis quarti. Lat. MS. penes. Duc. North.
See bis Great Baronag. No. 20, in the Herald's Office, VOL. VI.
Those made not poets, but the poets those.
* Mr. Waller.