Imágenes de páginas
PDF
EPUB

'My Rose shall safely here abide,
With music pass the day;

Whilst I, among the piercing pikes,
My foes seek far away.

'And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust
To be my love's defence;
Be careful of my gallant Rose
When I am parted hence.'

And therewithal he fetch'd a sigh
As though his heart would break :
And Rosamund, for very grief,

Not one plain word could speak.

And at their parting well they might
In heart be grieved sore:
After that day fair Rosamund
The king did see no more.

For when his Grace had past the seas,
And into France was gone,
With envious heart queen Ellinor
To Woodstock came anone.

And forth she calls this trusty knight

In an unhappy hour;

Who with his clue of twined thread
Came from this famous bower.

And when that they had wounded him
The queen this thread did get,
And went, where lady Rosamund
Was like an angel set.

But when the queen with steadfast eye

Beheld her beauteous face, She was amazed in her mind At her exceeding grace.

'Cast off from thee those robes,' she said,

'That rich and costly be ;

And drink thou up this deadly draught, Which I have brought to thee.'

Then presently upon her knees
Sweet Rosamund did fall;
And pardon of the queen she craved
For her offences all.

'Take pity on my youthful years,'
Fair Rosamund did cry;
'And let me not with poison strong
Enforced be to die.'

And with these words, her lily hands
She wrung full often there;
And down along her lovely face
Did trickle many a tear.

But nothing could this furious queen
Therewith appeased be;
The cup of deadly poison strong,
As she knelt on her knee,

She gave this comely dame to drink,
Who took it in her hand,

And from her bended knee arose,

And on her feet did stand;

And casting up her eyes to heaven
She did for mercy call;

And drinking up the poison strong,
Her life she lost withal.

And when that death through every limb
Had showed its greatest spite,
Her chiefest foes did plain confess
She was a glorious wight.

Her body then they did entomb,
When life was fled away,

At Godstowe, near to Oxford town,

As may be seen this day.

T. Delone

CXV

THE HITCHEN MAY-DAY SONG

Remember us poor Mayers all!
And thus we do begin

To lead our lives in righteousness,
Or else we die in sin.

We have been rambling all the night,

And almost all the day;

And now returned back again,

We have brought you a branch of May.

A branch of May we have brought you, And at your door it stands ;

It is but a sprout, but it's well budded out By the work of our Lord's hands.

The hedges and trees they are so green,
As green as any leek;

Our heavenly Father He water'd them
With His heavenly dew so sweet.

The heavenly gates are open wide,
Our paths are beaten plain;
And if a man be not too far gone,
He may return again.

The life of man is but a span,

It flourishes like a flower;

We are here to-day and gone to-morrow,

And we are dead in an hour.

The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light,

A little before it is day:

So God bless you all, both great and small,

And send you a joyful May!

Old Song

CXVI

THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE

Will you hear a Spanish lady

How she woo'd an English man?
Garments gay and rich as may be,

Decked with jewels, had she on ;

Of a comely countenance and grace was she, And by birth and parentage of high degree.

As his prisoner there he kept her,

In his hands her life did lie;

Cupid's bands did tie her faster,

By the liking of an eye;

In his courteous company was all her joy,
To favour him in any thing she was not coy.

At the last there came commandment

For to set the ladies free, With their jewels still adorned,

None to do them injury:

'Alas!' then said this lady gay, 'full woe is me; O let me still sustain this kind captivity!

'O gallant captain, show some pity

To a lady in distress;

Leave me not within the city,

For to die in heaviness;

Thou hast set this present day my body free,
But my heart in prison strong remains with thee.'

'How should'st thou, fair lady, love me,
Whom thou know'st thy country's foe?
Thy fair words make me suspect thee;
Serpents are where flowers grow.'

'All the evil I think to thee, most gracious knight,

God grant unto myself the same may fully light :

'Blessed be the time and season

That you came on Spanish ground;

If you may our foes be termed,

Gentle foes we have you found.

With our city you have won our hearts each one;

Then to your country bear away that is your own.'

« AnteriorContinuar »