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79. Even so through Brentford town, a town of

mud, A herd of bristly swine is prick'd along, The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud, [song, Still grunt, and squeak, and sing their troublous And oft they plunge themselves the mire among ; But ay the ruthless driver goads them on, And ay of barking dogs the bitter throng Makes them renew their unmelodious moan ; Ne ever find they rest from their unresting tone.




Archimaye, chief, or great-| Eftsoons, immediately, often, est of magicians or en

afterward. chanters.

Eke, also. Apaid, repaid.

Fays, fairies. Appal, affright.

Gear, or Geer, furniture, Atween, between.

equipage, dress. Ay, always.

Glaive, sword. (Fr) Bale, sorrow, trouble, mis- Glee, joy, pleasure. fortune.

Han, have. Benept, named.

Hight, named, called ; ana Blazon, painting, displaying. sometimes it is used for is Breme, cold, raw.

called. See Stanza vii. Carol, to sing songs of joy. Idless, idleness. Caurus, the north-east Imp, child, or offspring ; wind.

from the Saxon impun, to Certes, certainly.

graft or plant. Dan, a word prefixed to Kest, for cast. names.

Lad, for led. Deftly, skilfully.

Lad, a piece of land, or Depainted, painted.

meadow. Drogvsy-head, drowsiness. Libbard, leopard. Eath, easy

Lig, to lie.

Losel, loose idle fellow, Sicker, sure, surely.
Louting, bowing, bending. Soot, sweet, or sweetly.
Lithe, loose, lax.

Sooth, true, or truth.
Mell, mingle.

Stound, misfortune, pang. Moe, more.

Sweltry, sultry, consuming Moil, to labour.

with heat. Mote, might.

Swink, to labour. Muckle, or Mockle, much, Smackt, savoured. grcat.

Thrall, slave. Nathless, nevertheless. Transmew'd, transformed. Ne, nor.

Vild, vile. Needments, necessaries. Unkempt (Lat. incomptus), Noureeling, a child that is unadorned nursed.

Ween, to think, be of opiNoyance, harmı.

nion. Prankt, coloured, adorned weet, to know, to weet, to gaily.

wit. Perdie, (Fr. par Dieu), an whilom, ere-while, formerly. old oath.

Wight, man. Prick'd thro' the forest, | Wis, for wist, to know, rode thro' the forest.

think, understand. Sear, dry, burnt up. Wonne (a noun ), dwelling. Sheen, bright, shining. Wroke, wreakt. N. B. The letter Y is frequently placed in the beginning

of a word by Spenser, to lenghthen it u syllable, and on at the end of a word, for the same reason, as

withouten, casten, &c. Yborn, born.

Yfere, together. Yblent, or blent, blended, Ymolten, melted. mingled.

Yode, (preter, tense of yede), Yclad, clad.

went. Ycleped, called, named.




The scene of the following stanzas is supposed to lie on

the Thames, near Richmond.

In yonder grave a Druid lies,

Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweet shall duteous rise

To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds

liis airy harp shall now be laid, That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds

May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here,

And while its sounds at distance swell, Thall sadly seem, in pity's ear,

To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore,

When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar,

To bid his gentle spirit rest!
And oft as ease and health retire,

To breezy lawn, or forest deep,
The friend shall view yon whitening spire,

And 'mid the varied landscape weep.

But Thou ! who ownest that earthy bed,

Ah ! what will every dirge avail ? Our tears, which love and pity shed,

That mourn beneath the gliding sail ! Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye

Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near ? With him, sweet bard, may fancy die,

And joy desert the blooming year! But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide

No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side,

Whose cold turf hides the buried friend !

And see ! the fairy valleys fade ;

Dun night has veiled the solemn view ! Yet once again, dear parted shade,

Meek nature's child, again adieu ! The genial meads assigned to bless

Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom ; Their hinds, and shepherd-girls, shall dress,

With simple hands, thy rural tomb. Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay,

Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes ! O! vales, and wild woods, shall he say,

In yonder grave your Druid lies !


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