Calliope: A Collection of Poems, Legendary and Pathetic

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Edward J. Coale; J. Robinson, printer, 1814 - Ballads, English - 308 pages
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Page 69 - By whom this is denied." Then stepped a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said, " I would not have it told To Henry, our king, for shame, That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on. You...
Page 173 - And art thou dead, thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and gone ! And didst thou die for love of me ? Break, cruel heart of stone ! " " O weep not, lady, weep not so ; Some ghostly comfort seek : Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart, Nor tears bedew thy cheek.
Page 10 - It is not for myself I weep, Nor for myself I fear ; But for my dear and only friend, Who lately left me here: And while some sheltering bower he sought Within this lonely wood, Ah ! sore I fear his wandering feet Have slipt in yonder flood. O ! trust in heaven, the Hermit said, And to my cell repair; Doubt not but I shall find thy friend, And ease thee of thy care.
Page 69 - They clos'd full fast on every side, No slackness there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground.
Page 168 - 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 170 - 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 71 - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth-yard long Up to the head drew he...
Page 72 - And with Earl Douglas there was slain Sir Hugh Montgomery ; Sir Charles Carrel, that from the field One foot would never fly. Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff, too, His sister's son was he ; Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd Yet saved could not be.
Page 175 - But haply, for my year of grace Is not yet past away, Might I still hope to win thy love, No longer would I stay." " Now farewell grief, and welcome joy Once more unto my heart ; For since I have found thee, lovely youth, We never more will part.
Page 172 - O lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he's dead and gone! And at his head a green grass turf, And at his heels a 'stone.

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