Brave Adam, ftruck with wonder, gaz’d— Hee figh'd at every worde;

Then, falling quicke upon hys knee, gave the prince hys fworde.

Hee

Upon the warrioure's dark browne checke
A teare was feene to fhyne--
Hee layde hys hande upon hys hearte-
"Brave Edwarde, I am thyne."

The pytying prince the warriour rais'de,
And prefs'd hym to his hearte;

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Adam, thy prince will bee thy friende,"We never more will parte."

A fhouting from their followers bye
Proclaym'd the joyful founde;
The hills and woodlandes, echoing loud,
Difpers'd the tydyngs rounde.

The prince then made that brave outlawe
On hys own fleede to ryde,
With banners rich and trappings gaye,
And he rode by hys fyde.

And when with fhoutes to Guilforde towne

Thys noble trayne came on,

O'erjoy'd, our royal queene came forthe, To meete her warlyke fon.

"Fayre fon, fayre fon, more deare to mee,

"Than alle that lyfe can give,

"Full many a daye the loffe of thee

"Hath caus'd my hearte to grieve.

"And whence that flayne upon thy fhielde? "That bloode upon thy browe? "Oh! thou haft had fome defperate fyghte, "And didft not let mee knowe.

"Was it among the rebel hofte

Thy fworde hath got this flayne?

"And are their banners overthrowne? "And proude Earl Derbye flaine?

"Or is't where Kenilworth's proud tow'res "O'erlook the neighbour playne, "That thou haft rear'd thy conquering armes, "And fix'd thy father's reigne.

"Oh! I've not been where Derby's earl "The rebel caufe upholdes;

But I've o'ercome a braver man,

"Nor have I feene proud Kenilworth, "With tow'rs all arowe;

But I've o'ercome a braver man

"Than Kenilworth 'ere did knowe.

"Adam o'Gordon is that man,

"A braver ne'er was feene"Then tooke the warrioure by the hande, And led hym to the queene.

And there the Gordon was carrefs'd,
With tiltes and revelrye;

And none in alle the tournamentes,
Was founde with him to vye.

Where'ere the royal Edwarde foughte, Brave Gordon aye woulde wende; And Edwarde, like a noble prince, Was ever Gordon's friende.

CUMNOR HALL.

TH

HE dews of fummer nighte did falle, The moone (fweete regente of the skye) Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,

And manye an oake that grewe therebye.

Nowe noughte was hearde beneath the fkies, (The foundes of bufye lyfe were stille,) Save an unhappie ladie's fighes,

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That iffued from that lonelye pile.

Liecefter," ,"fhce cried, "is thys thy love "That thou fo oft has fworne to mee, "To leave mee in thys lonelye grove, "Immurr'd in fhameful privitie?

"No more thou com'ft with lover's speede, "Thy once-beloved bryde to fee;

"But bee fhee alive, or bee fhee deade,

"I feare (fterne earle's) the fame to thee.

"Not fo the usage I receiv'd,

"When happye in my father's halle; "No faithleffe hufbande then me griev❜d, "No chilling feares did mee appall.

"I rose up with the chearful morne,

"No lark more blith, no flow'r more gaye; "And, like the birde that hauntes the thorne, "So merrylie fung the live-long daye.

"If that my beautye is but fmalle,

Among court ladies all defpis'd;

"Why did thou rend it from that halle, "Where (fcorneful carle) it well was priz'de?

"And when you first to mee made fuite, "How fayre I was you ofte woulde faye! "And, proude of conqueft-pluck'd the fruite, "Then lefte the bloffom to decaye.

"Yes, nowe neglected and defpis'd,
"The rofe is pale-the lilly's deade-
"But hce that once their charmes fo priz❜d,
"Is fure the cause those charms are fledde.

"For knowe, when fick'ning griefe doth preye "And tender love's repay'd with scorne, The fweetefl beautye will decaye→ "What flow'ret can endure the forme?