The baron's Yule feast: a Christmas rhyme . xon tide In our veins to hear thee bring These English thoughts so freely out! Thy health, good Snell! — and a merry shoutFor honest boldness, truth, and worth,The barons grateful guests sent forth. Silence like grave-yard air, again, Pervades the festive space :All list for another minstrel strain; And the youth, with merrier face,d 3 38 THE BAROXS YULE FEAST. But tender notes, thus half-divulgedThe passion which his heart indulged : — O choose thou the maid with the gentle blue eye,That speaketh so softly, and looketh so shy ; Who weepeth for pity,
The baron's Yule feast: a Christmas rhyme . xon tide In our veins to hear thee bring These English thoughts so freely out! Thy health, good Snell! — and a merry shoutFor honest boldness, truth, and worth,The barons grateful guests sent forth. Silence like grave-yard air, again, Pervades the festive space :All list for another minstrel strain; And the youth, with merrier face,d 3 38 THE BAROXS YULE FEAST. But tender notes, thus half-divulgedThe passion which his heart indulged : — O choose thou the maid with the gentle blue eye,That speaketh so softly, and looketh so shy ; Who weepeth for pity, To hear a love ditty,And marketh the end with a sigh. If thou weddest a maid with a wide staring look,Who babbleth as loud as the rain-swollen brook,Each day for the morrowWill nurture more sorrow, —Each sun paint thy shadow a-crook. The maid that is gentle will make a kind wife ;The magpie that prateth will stir thee to strife : Twere better to tarry, Unless thou canst marryTo sweeten the bitters of life ! THE BARONS YULE FEAST. 39. What fires the youthful minstrels lay Lit in De Thorolds eyes,It needs not, now, I soothly say :Sweet Edith had softly stolen away, — And mid his own surprise,Blent with the boisterous applauseThat, instant, to the rafters rose,The baron his jealous thought , sithence a jocund noteWas fairly struck in every mind,And jolly ale its power combinedTo fill all hearts with deeper glee, —All wished for gleeful minstrelsy ;And every eye was shrewdly bentOn one whose caustic merrimentAt many a blythe Yule-tide had bind 4 40 THE BARONS YULE FEAST. Compelling cause of mirthful grinTo ancient Torkseys rustic folk. Full soon this sturdy summons broke From sire and son, and maid and mother : — Ho, ho ! saint Leonards fat lay brother ! Why dost thou in the corner peep, And sipple as if half asleep Thou wert with this good nappy ale ? Come, rouse thee! for thy sly old tale Of the Miller of Roche and the hornless devil, Well hear, or we l
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