Ah, poor Louise! The sun was high, It smirched her cheek, it dimmed her eye, To cheer Louise. Ah, poor Louise! The savage bear For poor Louise. Ah, poor Louise! In woody wold To poor Louise. Ah, poor Louise! Small cause to pine Ah, poor Louise. Ah, poor Louise! Thy treasure's reft! I know not if by force or theft, Or part by violence, part by gift; But misery is all that's left To poor Louise. Let poor Louise some succour have! Or tire the gay with warning stave - For poor Louise. III DEATH CHANT From Chapter XXII. 'Ere he guessed where he was going, the leech was hurried into the house of the late Oliver Proudfute, from which he heard the chant of the women, as they swathed and dressed the corpse of the umquhile bonnet-maker, for the ceremony of next morning, of which chant the following verses may be received as a modern imitation': VIEWLESS Essence, thin and bare, Well-nigh melted into air; Still with fondness hovering near The earthly form thou once didst wear; Pause upon thy pinion's flight, To avenge the deed expelling O'er the blood and o'er the brain. When the form thou shalt espy That darkened on thy closing eye; When the footstep thou shalt hear That thrilled upon thy dying ear; Then strange sympathies shall wake, IV SONG OF THE GLEE-MAIDEN From Chapter xxx. 'The maiden sung a melancholy dirge in Norman French; the words, of which the following is an imitation, were united to a tune as doleful as they are themselves': YES, thou mayst sigh, And look once more at all around, At stream and bank, and sky and ground; Thy life its final course has found, And thou must die. Yes, lay thee down, And while thy struggling pulses flutter, Be not afraid, 'Tis but a pang, and then a thrill, A fever fit, and then a chill, And then an end of human ill: For thou art dead. THE DEATH OF KEELDAR 1828 UP rose the sun o'er moor and mead; The Palfrey sprung with sprightly bound, Man, hound, or horse, of higher fame, Keeldar was matchless in his speed, A peerless archer, Percy Rede; And right dear friends were they. The chase engrossed their joys and woes. Together at the dawn they rose, Together shared the noon's repose By fountain or by stream; |