. Ballads. ^ A-X^ *is5 ? ? ^ —-- ATRA CUUA. Before I lost mj five pom- whs, I mind me of a Romish clerk. Who sang how Care, the phantom dark, Beside the belted horseman sits. Methought I saw the giisly sprite Jumi) up but now behind my Knight. 274 ATllA Aivl 11k>u;^1i lit ^) as lie nmy,I mark that cursed monstor blackStill sits behind his honors squeczini; of his heart two black Templars sit they there,Beside one crn))pcr, Kniglit and Can*. No knight am I with pennonod prance upon a bold destrere;I will not have black Care prevailUpon my long
. Ballads. ^ A-X^ *is5 ? ? ^ —-- ATRA CUUA. Before I lost mj five pom- whs, I mind me of a Romish clerk. Who sang how Care, the phantom dark, Beside the belted horseman sits. Methought I saw the giisly sprite Jumi) up but now behind my Knight. 274 ATllA Aivl 11k>u;^1i lit ^) as lie nmy,I mark that cursed monstor blackStill sits behind his honors squeczini; of his heart two black Templars sit they there,Beside one crn))pcr, Kniglit and Can*. No knight am I with pennonod prance upon a bold destrere;I will not have black Care prevailUpon my long-eared chargers lo, I am a witless fool,And laugh at Grief and ride a mule. REQUIESCAT. 275. ^liiMiWi V REQUIESCAT. Under the stone yon behold,Buried, and coffined, and cold,Lieth Sir Wilfrid the Bold. Always he inarched in advance,Warring in Flanders and France,Doughty with sword and with lance. 276 nEQUIESCAT. Famous in .Sarricon figlit. Rode in his youth tho rood kni^dit, Scattering Paynims in fli^dit. Brian the Templar untrue,Fairly in tourney he slew,Saw Hierusalem too. Now he is buried and gone,Lying beneath the gray stone:Where shall you find such a one? Long time his widow the fate of her cut off by the sword. When she was eased of her painCame the good Lord Athelstane,When her ladyship married again. THE WILLOW-TREE. 277 THE WILLOW-TREE. Know ye the willow tree Whose gray leaves quiver,Whispering gloomily To yon pale river;Lady, at even-tide Wander not near say its branches hide A sad, lost spirit! Once to the willow-tree A maid came seemed her cheek to be. Her blue eyes tearful;Soon as she saw the tree. Her step moved
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