That they who merit most contempt Blood shall flow freely, but it shall be blue doublet, That warms the heart as kindly as if Pray Heaven we be not scant of meat WHY then, we will have bellowing of THIS is a love meeting! See the maiden beeves, mourns, Broaching of barrels, brandishing of And the sad suitor bends his looks on spigots; earth. There's more hath pass'd between Such, and so varied, the precarious them than belongs play Chap. XIX. Anonymous. Chap. xxvi. Anonymous. leap; XVII. FROM QUENTIN DURWARD. COUNTY GUY. АH! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea. The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh; Some for the voice of Heaven seem'd Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born Cavalier. The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky; And high and low the influence know, But where is County Guy! Chap. IV. |