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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.

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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.

A handkerchief she said she tied
About his head, and that they tried ;
The sexton they did speak unto
That he the grave would then undo.

Affrighted then they did behold
His body turning into mould,
And though he had a month been dead
This handkerchief was about his head.

This thing unto her then they told,
And the whole truth they did unfold ;
She was thereat so terrified
And grieved, that she quickly died.

Old Ballad

LXXXIII

THE NIGHTINGALE
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap and birds did sing,
Trees did grow and plants did spring,
Everything did banish moan,
Save the Nightingale alone.
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Lean'd her breast against a thorn,
And there sung the dolefullest ditty
That to hear it was great pity.
Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry;
Tereu, 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.

R. Barnefield

LXXXIV

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.

Still had she gazed, but midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,

The genii of the stream:
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue,
Through richest purple, to the view

Betray'd a golden gleam.

The hapless Nymph with wonder saw:
A whisker first, and then a claw,

With many an ardent wish,
She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize ;
What female heart can gold despise?

What cat's averse to fish?

Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
Again 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 stirrd,
Nor cruel Tom nor Susan heard-
A favourite has no friend!

T. Gray

Fox

LXXXV
THE FOX AT THE POINT OF DEATH

A fox, in life's extreme decay,
Weak, sick and faint, expiring lay;

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