. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . I carved her name, If ever maid or spouse,As fair as my Olivia, came To rest beneath thy boughs.— 88 The Talking Oak. O Walter, I have shelterd here Whatever maiden graceThe good old Summers, year by year Made ripe in Sumner-chace : Old Summers, when the monk was fat,And, issuing shorn and sleek. Would twist his girdle tight, and patThe girls upon the cheek, Ere yet, in scorn of Peters-pence,And numberd bead, and shrift, Bluff Harry broke into the spenceAnd turnd the cowls adrift: And I have seen a score of thoseFresh faces, that would thrive When his m

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. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . I carved her name, If ever maid or spouse,As fair as my Olivia, came To rest beneath thy boughs.— 88 The Talking Oak. O Walter, I have shelterd here Whatever maiden graceThe good old Summers, year by year Made ripe in Sumner-chace : Old Summers, when the monk was fat,And, issuing shorn and sleek. Would twist his girdle tight, and patThe girls upon the cheek, Ere yet, in scorn of Peters-pence,And numberd bead, and shrift, Bluff Harry broke into the spenceAnd turnd the cowls adrift: And I have seen a score of thoseFresh faces, that would thrive When his man-minded offset roseTo chase the deer at five ; And all that from the town would stroll,Till that wild wind made work In which the gloomy brewers soulWent by me, like a stork : The slight she-slips of loyal blood. And others, passing praise,Straight-laced, but all-too-fuU in bud For puritanic stays: And I have shadowd many a group Of beauties, that were bornIn teacup-times of hood and hoop. Or while the patch was worn j ^ «>»?. _ *-^ ^^^ ^,^ 1^^ .?

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