Bid the starved soldier banquet in your halls, Old Play. From the Abbot. 1820. (1.)-THE PARDONER'S ADVERTISE MENT. "AT length the pardoner pulled from his scrip a small phial of clear water, of which he vaunted the quality in the following verses:"— Listneth, gode people, everiche one, And is the first londe the sonne espieth, Or a maiden stepp'd aside; Putteth this water under her nese, It is and is not-'tis the thing I sought for, for, And yet it is not-no more than the shadow Tameless and sleepless, proof to fraud or bribe, And guard the hidden treasure of her beauty. The Spanish Father. (16.)-CHAP. XXXV. It is a time of danger, not of revel, The Spanish Father. (17.)-CHAP. XXXVII. Ay, sir-our ancient crown, in these wild times, The Spanish Futher From Kenilworth. 1821. (1.)-GOLDTHRED'S SONG. "AFTER Some brief interval, Master Goldthred, at the earnest instigation of mine host, and the joyous concurrence of his guests, indulged the company with the following morsel of melody: "— Of all the birds on bush or tree, To those the cup that trowl. Then, though hours be late, and weather foul, We'll drink to the health of the bonny, bonny owl. The lark is but a bumpkin fowl, Then up with your cup till you stagger in speech, And match me this catch, till you swagger and screech, And drink till you wink, my merry men each; (2.)-SPEECH OF THE PORTER AT KENILWORTH. "AT the approach of the Queen, upon sight of whom, as struck by some heavenly vision, the gigan tic warder dropped his club, resigned his keys, and gave open way to the Goddess of the night, and all her magnificent train." What stir, what turmoil, have we for the nones? Yet soft-nay stay-what vision have we here? as this!! (3.)-MOTTOES. (1.)-CHAP. IV. Chap. xxx. Look to the helm, good master; many a shoal (6.)-CHAP. XXIII. Now God be good to me in this wild pilgrimage! Love's Pilgrimage. (7.)—CHAP. XXV. Hark! the bells summon, and the bugle calls, Of nobles and of ladies throngs the halls, What eyes were thine, proud Prince, which in the gleam Of yon gay meteors lost that better sense, NoT serve two masters ?—Here's a youth will try it- And merit's modest blush o'er courtly insolence! Would fain serve God, yet give the devil his due; (2.)-CHAP. V. -He was a man Old Play. Versed in the world as pilot in his compass. -This is He Who rides on the court-gale; controls its tides; Knows all their secret shoals and fatal eddies; Whose frown abases, and whose smile exalts. He shines like any rainbow-and, perchance, His colours are as transient. The Glass Slipper. (8.)-CHAP. XXVIII. What, man, ne'er lack a draught, when the full can To watch men's vices, since I have myself Of virtue nought to boast of.-I'm a striker, Would have the world strike with me, pell-mell, all. Pandemonium. (9.)-CHAP. XXIX. Now fare thee well, my master! if true service Shipwreck. (10.)-CHAP. Xxx. (4.)-CHAP. XIV. Old Play. Now bid the steeple rock--she comes, she comes! Speak for us, bells! speak for us, shrill-tongued tuckets! Stand to the linstock, gunner; let thy cannon Play such a peal, as if a Paynim foe Came stretch'd in turban'd ranks to storm the ram. parts. We will have pageants too; but that craves wit, And I'm a rough-hewn soldier. The Virgin-Queen, a Tragi-Comedy. (11.)-CHAP. XXXII. The wisest sovereigns err like private men, Pleasures of Kenilworth, by the same author, in the History of Kenilworth. Chiswick, 1821. STERN eagle of the far north-west, Thou that bearest in thy grasp the thunderbolt, Amidst the scream of thy rage, Amidst the rushing of thy onward wings, Though thy scream be loud as the cry of a perishing nation, Though the rushing of thy wings be like the roar of ten thousand waves, Yet hear, in thine ire and thy haste, Hear thou the voice of the Reim-kennar. 2. Thou hast met the pine-trees of Drontheim, Their dark-green heads lie prostrate beside their up rooted stems; Thou hast met the rider of the ocean, Enough of woe hast thou wrought on the ocean, western heaven, Sleep thou at the voice of Norna the Reim-kennar. |