Set a thousand guards upon her, Some think to lose him, By having him confin'd; And some do suppose him, But if ne'er so close ye wall him, You may train the eagle The phenix of the east ; 25 30 35 IV. LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET, A SCOTTISH BALLAD, seems to be composed (not without improvements) out of two ancient English ones, printed in the former part of this volume. See book i. ballad xv. and book ii. ballad iv.-If this had been the original, the authors of those two ballads would hardly have adopted two such different stories: besides, this contains enlargements not to be found in either of the others. It is given with some corrections, from a MS. copy transmitted from Scotland. LORD Thomas and fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill; Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, Lord Thomas said a word in jest, "Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife, "O rede, O rede, mither," he says, O sall I tak the nut-brown bride, And let faire Annet bee?" "The nut-browne bride haes gowd and gear, Fair Annet she has gat nane; And the little beauty fair Annet has, O it wull soon be gane !" And he has till his brother gane: "Now, brother, rede ye mee; A' sall I marrie the nut-browne bride, 5 10 15 20 "The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother, The nut-browne bride has kye; 25 I wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride, "Her oxen may dye i' the house, Billie, O sall I marrie the nut-browne bride, "Ise rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas, What is this we brought hame ?" 35 40 45 50 "No, I will tak my mithers counsel, Up then rose fair Annets father "Rise up, rise up, fair Annet," he says, Let us gae to St. Maries kirke, "My maides, gae to my dressing roome, Whair-eir yee laid a plait before, My maids, gae to my dressing room, The horse fair Annet rade upon, Wi' siller he was shod before, Four and twanty siller bells Wer a' tyed till his mane, And yae tift o' the norland wind, Four and twanty gay gude knichts And whan she cam to Maries kirk, She sat on Maries stean: The cleading that fair Annet had on And whan she cam into the kirk, She shimmer'd like the sun; She sat her by the nut-browne bride, He had a rose into his hand, And reaching by the nut-browne bride, Up than spak the nut-browne bride, "O, I did get the rose-water, The bride she drew a long bodkin, Frae out her gay head-gear, And strake fair Annet unto the heart, Lord Thomas he saw fair Annet wex pale, But whan he saw her dear hearts blude, He drew his dagger, that was sae sharp, And drave into the nut-browne bride, "Now stay for me, dear Annet," he sed, Then strake the dagger untill his heart, 80 85 90 95 100 105 110 Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa', Fair Annet within the quiere; And o' the tane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare; And by this ye may ken right weil, They were twa luvers deare. 115 120 V. UNFADING BEAUTY. THIS little beautiful sonnet is reprinted from a small volume of" Poems by Thomas Carew, Esq., one of the gentlemen of the privie-chamber, and sewer in ordinary to his majesty [Charles I. Lond. 1640." This elegant, and almost forgotten writer, whose poems have been deservedly revived, died in the prime of his age, in 1639. In the original follows a third stanza; which, not being of general application, nor of equal merit, I have ventured to omit. HEE, that loves a rosie cheeke, But a smooth and stedfast mind, 5 10 |