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'twas true,

He knew not; but his knee he bent

Before her in most knightly fashion, And grew superbly eloquent

About her beauty, and his passion. He said that she was very fair,

And that she warbled like a linnet; And that he loved her, though he ne'er Had looked


her till that minute. He grieved to mention that a Jew

Had seized for debt his grand pavilion; And he had little

To offer, but a heart and pillion : But what was wealth? In many a fight

Though he, who shouldn't say it, said itHe still had borne him like a knight,

And had his share of blows and credit; And if she would but condescend

To meet him at the Priest's to-morrow, And be henceforth his guide, his friend,

In every toil, in every sorrow, They'd sail instanter from the Downs;

His hands just now were quite at leisure; And, if she fancied foreign crowns,

He'd win them with the greatest pleasure.

"A year

is gone”—the damsel sighed, But blushed not, as she so replied 6. Since one I loved-alas ! how well He knew not, knows not-left our dell. Time brings to his deserted cot No tidings of his after lot;.

But his wail or wo is still the theme
Of my daily thought and my nightly dream.
Poor Alice is not proud or coy ;
But her heart is with her minstrel boy.”

Away from his arms the damsel bounded,
And left him more and more confounded.
He mused of the present, he mused of the past,
And he felt that a spell was o'er him cast;
He shed hot tears, he knew not why,
And talked to himself and made reply,
Till a calm o'er his troubled senses crept,
And, as the daylight waned, he slept.
Poor gentleman I need not say,
Beneath an ancient oak he lay.

“He is welcome,”-o'er his bed,

Thus the beauteous Fairy said : " He has conned the lesson now,

He has read the book of pain : There are furrows on his brow,

I must make it smooth again.

“ Lo, I knock the spurs away;

Lo, I loosen belt and brand; Hark! I hear the courser neigh

For his stall in Fairy-land.

“ Bring the cap, and bring the vest,

Buckle on his sandal shoon; Fetch his memory from the chest

In the treasury of the Moon.

“I have taught him to be wise,

For a little maiden's sake; Look, he opens his bright eyes,

Softly, slowly minstrel, wake!"

The sun has risen, and Wilfrid is come
To his early friends and his cottage home.
His hazel eyes and his locks of gold
Are just as they were in the time of old :
But a blessing has been on the soul within,
For that is won from his secret sin;
More loving now, and worthier love
Of men below and of saints above.
He reins a steed with a lordly air,
Which makes his country cousins stare :
And he speaks in a strange and courtly phrase,
Though his voice is the voice of other days:
But where he has learned to talk and ride,
He will tell to none but his bonny bride.


Le Troubadour
Brulant d'amour.

French Ballad.


In sooth it was a glorious day

For vassal and for lord,
When Cour de Lion had the sway.

In battle and at board.
He was indeed a royal one,

A Prince of Paladins; Hero of triumph and of tun, Of noisy fray and noisy fun,

Broad shoulders and broad grins. You might have looked from east to west,

And then from north to south, And never found an ampler breast,

Never an ampler mouth, A softer tone for lady's ear,

A daintier lip for syrup, Qr a ruder


for axe and spear, Or a firmer foot in stirrup.

A ponderous thing was Richard's can,

And so was Richard's boot,
And Saracens and liquor ran,

Where'er he set his foot.
So fiddling here, and fighting there,

And murdering time and tune,
With sturdy limb, and listless air,
And gauntleted hand, and jeweled hair,

Half monarch, half buffoon,
He turned away from feast to fray,

From quarreling to quaffing,
So great in prowess and in pranks,
So fierce and funny in the ranks,
That Saladin and Soldan said,
Whene'er that mad-cap Richard led,
Alla! he held his breath for dread,

And burst his sides for laughing !
At court, the humor of a king
Is always voted "quite the thing;"
Morals and cloaks are loose or laced
According to the Sovereign's taste,
And belles and banquets both are drest,
Just as his majesty thinks best.
Of course in that delightful age,

When Richard ruled the roast, Cracking of craniums was the rage,

And beauty was the toast. · Ay! all was laugh, and life, and love;

And lips and shrines were kiss'd ; And vows were ventured in the grove,

And lances in the list;

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