"I restore," says my master, garment I've worn, "the 'Twere unknightly to slay him achiev- And I claim of the Princess to don it ing his vow.' Then the Prince, for his sake, bade the tournament cease, He flung down his warder, the trumpets sung peace; in turn; For its stains and its rents she should prize it the more, Since by shame 'tis unsullied, though crimson'd with gore," ' 'The blood that I lost for this daughter Then deep blush'd the Princess—yet kiss'd she and press'd of thine, The blood-spotted robes to her lips. I pour'd forth as freely as flask gives Now change the scene-and let the trumpets sound, Over all her rich robes and statc jewels For we must rouse the lion in his lair. WERE every hair upon his head a life, And every life were to be supplicated WHEN beauty leads the lion in her toils, Such are her charms, he dare not raise his mane, By numbers equal to those hairs quad- Far less expand the terror of his fangs, rupled, Life after life should out like waning So great Alcides made his club a Chap. XVII. THIS work desires a planet'ry in tell'gence Of Jupiter and Sol; and those great spirits Chap. XXIII. Astolpho, a Romance. But worse than absence, worse than Dapples with gold the eastern grey, Oh, what can frame my mind to bear And sad remembrance of the old? There's ready shelter from each breeze, or shower. But Duty guides not that way: see her stand, With wand entwined with amaranth, near yon cliffs. Oft where she leads thy blood must mark thy footsteps, Oft where she leads thy head must bear the storm, And thy shrunk form endure heat, cold, and hunger; But she will guide thee up to noble heights, Which he who gains seems native of the sky; While earthly things lie stretch'd beneath his feet, Diminish'd, shrunk, and válueless. Anonymous. Chap. IV. My tongue pads slowly under this new language, Now, ye wild blades, that make loose And starts and stumbles at these inns your stage, uncouth phrases, To vapour forth the acts of this sad They may be great in worth and weight, but hang age, Stout Edgehill fight, the Newberys Upon the native glibness of my lan and the West, And northern clashes, where you still fought best: guage Like Saul's plate-armour on the shepherd boy, Your strange escapes, your dangers Encumbering and not arming him. void of fear, Chap. III. Chap. v. ? J. B. HERE we have one head Upon two bodies: your two-headed bullock Is but an ass to such a prodigy. Legend of Captain Jones. These two have but one meaning, YoN path of greensward Winds round by sparry grot and gay pavilion; There is no flint to gall thy tender foot, |