Ancient Ballads and Songs; With Notices, Including Original Poetry. by T. Lyle (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: At length men used charms, To which, what maids gave ear, Embracing gladly endless harms, Anon enthralled were. Thus women welcom'd woe, Disguis'd in name of love; A jealous hell, a painted show, So shall they find that prove. Hey down a down, did Dian sing, Amongst her virgins sitting, Than love there is no vainer thing, For maidens most unfitting. DULClNA. As at noon Dulcina rested In her sweet and shady bower, Came a shepherd and requested In her lap to sleep an hour; But from her looks a wound he took, So deep, that for a further boon The nymph he prays; whereto she says, Forego me now, come to me soon! But in vain she did conjure him To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues to allure him, And but one to bid him go; Raleigh's Songs. 27 When lips invite, and eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay, what boots to say, Forego me now, come to me soon! But what promise or profession From his hands could purchase scope? Who would sell the sweet possession Of such beauty for a hope! Or for the sight of lingering night, Forego the present joys of noon, Though ne'er so fair her speeches were, Forego me now, come to me soon! SHALL I, LIKE A HERMIT. Shall I, like a hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell, Calling home the smallest part That is missing of my heart, To bestow it, where I may Meet a rival every day? If she undervalues me, What care I how fair she be. Were her tresses angel gold; If a stranger may be bold, Unrebuked, unafraid, To convert them to a braid, And, with little more ado, Work them into bracelets too; If the mine be grown so free, What care I how rich it be. Were her hands as rich a prize As her hairs or precious eyes; If she lay them ...