Old Ballads, Historical and Narrative,: With Some of Modern Date; Now First Collected, and Reprinted from Rare Copies and MSS. With Notes, Volume 2

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Thomas Evans
T. Evans, in the Strand., 1784 - 335 pages


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Page 246 - Alas! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things More trifling still than they. ' And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade...
Page 244 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Page 245 - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : " And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove?
Page 247 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray : Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. " My father liv'd beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he : And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, He had but only me. " To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who prais'd me for imputed charms, And felt or feign'da flame.
Page 249 - Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 248 - I try'd each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his paffion touch'd my heart I triumph'd in his pain ; Till quite...
Page 249 - I'll feek the folitude he fought, And ftretch me where he lay. And there forlorn, defpairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; *Twas fo for me that Edwin did, And fo for him will I.
Page 240 - The father too, a sordid man, Who love nor pity knew, Was all-unfeeling as the clod, From whence his riches grew. Long had he seen their secret flame, And seen it long unmov'd : Then , with a father's frown , at last Had sternly disapproved. In Edwin's gentle heart , a war Of differing passions strove : His heart, that durst not disobey, Yet could not cease to love.
Page 195 - ... approve the man ; Set by your men, and hand to hand We'll try what valour can. Oft boasting hides a coward's heart ; My weighty sword you fear, Which shone in front of Flodden field When you kept in the rear.
Page 17 - The bloudie axe hys bodie fayre Ynnto foure parties cutte; And ev'rye parte, and eke hys hedde, Uponne a pole was putte. One parte dydd rotte onne Kynwulph-hylle, One onne the mynster-tower, And one from off the castle-gate The crowen...

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