Full well 'tis known adown the dale: I'm bold to fay, there's never a one. But tho' this lernede clerke did well : That Wokey-nymphs forfaken quite, Tho' fenfe and beauty both unite, Should find no leman kind. For lo! even as the fiend did fay, Here's beauty, wit, and fenfe combin'd, Shall then fich maids unpitied moane? They might as well, like her, be ftone, As thus forfaken dwell. Since Glafton now can boaft no clerks; Come down from Oxenford, ye fparks, And, oh! revoke the spell. Yet flay - nor thus defpond, ye fair; T BRYAN AND PEREENE. A WEST-INDIAN BALLAD. HE north-ea wind did brifkly blow, Young Boyan thought the boat's-crew flow, Pereene, the pride of Indian dames, A long long year, one month and day, He dwelt on English lind, Nor once in thought or deed would stray, For Bryan he was tall and ftrong, But who the countlefs charms-can draw, Her raven hair plays round her neck, Her cheeks red dewy rofe buds deck, Soon as his well known fhip fhe fpied, In fea-green filk so neatly clad, Her hands a handkerchief display'd, Her fair companions one and all, Rejoicing crowd the ftrand; For now her lover fwam in call, And almoft touch'd the land. Then through the white surf did she haste, To clasp her lovely fwain: When, ah! a shark bit through his waste & His heart's blood dy'd the main! He fhriek'd! his half sprang from the wave, Now hafte, now haste, ye maids, I pray, Fetch water from the spring: She falls, fhe fwoons, fhe dyes away, Now each May morning round her tomb So may your lovers fcape his doom, H GENTLE RIVER, GENTLE RIVER. TRANSLATED FROM THE SPANISH ENTLE river, gentle river, GLO, the freams are flain d'with gore, Many a brave and noble captain All befide thy limped waters, All befide thy fands so bright, Lords, and Dukes, and noble Princes There the hero, brave Alonzo, Lo! where yonder Don Saavedra Proud Seville his worth admires: |