The Roxburghe ballads . , full of distraction and dispair ; No Comfort now is to be seen, since we have lost our Gracious Queen. This is a day of Mourning now; this is a day of Sorrow too ;This is a day of woe and grief, this day we mourn without sighing, this I needs must say, the Good are soonest took away;Although shes here no longer seen, in heaven she reigns a Glorious Queen. 24 Jims. Printed at London; and re-printed at Edinburgh by John Reid, 1695. [In White-letter, without woodcuts. Date, January, 169*. For a ballad on thedeath and funeral of William III., • The Mournful Sol
The Roxburghe ballads . , full of distraction and dispair ; No Comfort now is to be seen, since we have lost our Gracious Queen. This is a day of Mourning now; this is a day of Sorrow too ;This is a day of woe and grief, this day we mourn without sighing, this I needs must say, the Good are soonest took away;Although shes here no longer seen, in heaven she reigns a Glorious Queen. 24 Jims. Printed at London; and re-printed at Edinburgh by John Reid, 1695. [In White-letter, without woodcuts. Date, January, 169*. For a ballad on thedeath and funeral of William III., • The Mournful Solemnity, beginning,Come listen now, you Loyal Subjects all! see our Bagford Ballads, p. 319.] \cjtxz cn&s t&e ®roup of ^tiStorfeal Ballatis: %im of MItam anti #arp. TO MY DEAR FRIEND, JOHN COLLINS FRANCIS, , WORTHY SON OF A WORTHY AND BELOVED FATHER, €\fis d&roup of Christmas Carols, AND OF THE Ecligtous ana amoral T6aUatJ0> WHICH ARE SOON TO FOLLOW, ARE DEDICATED, By the Editor, J. W. Ebsworth, VOL. VII. o n 770 [CHRISTMAS CAROLS GROUP.] MOTTOES, < p7OLLOW ME Jesus said ; and they uprose, Peter and Andrew rose and followed Him, Followd Him even to Heaven through death most grim,And through a long hard life without repose,Save in the grand ideal of its close. Take up your cross and follow me ! He said ; And the world answers yet through all her dead,And still would answer : had we faith like those. Oh, who will speak again such words of fire? With gladsome haste and with rejoicing soulsHow would men gird themselves for the emprize !Leaving their black boats by the dead lakes mire, Leaving their slimy nets by the cold shoals,Leaving their old oars, nor once turn their eyes.—IV. B. S. [This sonnet, on The Restoration of Religious Belief, is transcribed from p. 185of the choice volume entitled—in his own etched frontispiece— Poems by a Painter,by a constant friend, since 1850, the late William Bell Scott, the younger brother of theEditors revered and loved t
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