An Historical Account of Cumner: With Some Particulars of the Traditions Respecting the Death of the Countess of Leicester; Also an Extract from Ashmole's Antiquities of Berkshire, Relative to that Transaction and Illustrative of the Romance of Kenilworth. To which is Added an Appendix, Containing the Original Ballad of Cumner Hall, and Other Interesting Matter |
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66 ROBERT Dudley Abbey Abbey of Abingdon Abbot of Abingdon ACCOUNT OF CUMNER afterwards Amie Anthony Forster Anthony Wood's MSS Antiquities of Berkshire Antonius Armiger ASHMOLE'S Antiquities beata fatis beauty Berks Borfeld called Cumner Cassenton COUNTESS OF LEICESTER CUMNER CHURCH Cumner Hall Cumner Place Danes daughter of Rainold Dean Court death death-bell Denton Court didst thou Earl of Abingdon Earl of Leicester Earl of Warwick Earl's Engraved erat Eynsham favour given by Ashmole Glossary to Peter Hall so lone hell did tear honour Hundred of Hormer ifto Kenilworth Knight lady lady's long gallery mands his wife manor Mary's Church murder Oxford parish of Cumner perhaps with fair Peter Langtoft prepare-thy end Queen Elizabeth Rainold Williams Replies to Rowe Seckworth singularly well featured Sir John Robsart Sir Richard Varney stairs tering intreaties TIGHE TOMB OF ANTHONY tow'rs of Cumner tythes vicar village of Cumner wyfe Wytham
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Page 59 - Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby. Now nought was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile.
Page 62 - Mong rural beauties I was one, Among the fields wild flowers 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 thee forget thy humble spouse. "Then, Leicester, why, again I plead, (The injured surely may repine,)— Why didst thou wed a country maid, When some fair princess might be thine?
Page 65 - Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear ; And many a heartfelt sigh she heaved, And let fall many a bitter tear. And ere the dawn of day appeared, In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear.
Page 62 - I'm told, is beauty's throne, Where every lady's passing rare, That Eastern flowers, that shame the sun, Are not so glowing, not so fair. "Then...
Page 61 - No lark more blithe, no flower more gay; And like the bird that haunts the thorn, So merrily sung the livelong day. " If that my beauty is but small, Among court ladies all despised, Why didst thou rend it from that hall, Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized?
Page 28 - Forster's house, who then lived in the aforesaid manor-house ; and also prescribed to Sir Richard Varney (a prompter to this design), at his coming hither, that he should first attempt to poison her, and if that did not take effect, then by any other way whatsoever to dispatch her.
Page 28 - ... have been hanged for a colour of their sin, and the doctor remained still well assured that, this way taking no effect, she would not long escape their violence, which afterwards happened thus : For Sir Richard Varney...
Page 66 - 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, Avoid the ancient moss-grown wall; Nor ever lead the merry dance Among the groves of Cumnor Hall. Full many a traveller oft hath sigh'd, And pensive wept the Countess' fall, As wand'ring onwards they've espied The haunted...
Page 64 - And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn : No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. ' My spirits flag— my hopes decay — Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, Countess, prepare — thy end is near.
Page 31 - Neither are these following passages to be forgotten, that as soon as ever she was murdered, they made great haste to bury her before the coroner had given in his inquest (which the Earl himself condemned as not done advisedly), which her father...