66 Thus spoke gallant Durandarte; Soon his brave heart broke in twain: Bitter weeping, Montesinos Took from him his helm and glaive; Bitter weeping, Montesinos Dug his gallant cousin's grave. To perform his promise made, he Sad was Montesinos' heart, he Wo is me to view thy end! "Sweet in manners, fair in favour, Mild in temper, fierce in fight; Warrior nobler, gentler, braver, Never shall behold the light. "Cousin, lo! my tears bedew thee; THE WELL OF ST KEYNE.* SOUTHEY. A WELL there is in the west country, An oak and an elm tree stand beside, A traveller came to the Well of St Keyne, For from cock-crow he had been travelling, He drank of the water, so cool and so clear, For thirsty and hot was he; And he sat down upon the bank There came a man from the neighbouring town, At the well to fill his pail; On the well-side he rested it, And he bade the stranger hail. "Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?" quoth he, "For an if thou hast a wife, St Keyne's Well is in Cornwall. The reported virtue of its water is, that whether husband or wife drink of it first gains the mastery over the other.-Ed. The happiest draught thou hast drunk this day That ever thou didst in thy life. "Or hast thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been? For an if she have, I'll venture my life She has drank of the Well of St Keyne." "I have left a good woman who never was here," The stranger he made reply; "But that my draught should be the better for that, I pray you answer me why." "St Keyne," quoth the Cornish-man, "many a time Drank of this crystal well, And before the Angel summon'd her, She laid on the water a spell. "If the husband, of this gifted well For he shall be master for life. "But if the wife should drink of it first, God help the husband then!" The stranger stoop'd to the Well of St Keyne, And drank of the water again. "You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes?" He to the Cornish-man said: But the Cornish-man smil'd as the stranger spake, And sheepishly shook his head. "I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done, But i'faith she had been wiser than me, THE SPIRIT OF THE STORM. HOGG. His face was like the spectre wan, Of smoke-tower o'er the burning pile. Red, red, and grizly were his eyes; He cried, "Away! begone, begone! "And who art thou," the seer replied, "That bear'st destruction on thy brow? Whose eye no mortal can abide ; Dread mountain spirit, what art thou?" "Within this desert dank and lone, 66 Since roll'd the world a shoreless sea, I've held my elemental throne, The terror of thy race and thee. I wrap the sun of heaven in blood, "I ride the red bolt's rapid wing, "These everlasting hills are riven, Their reverend heads are bald and grey, The Greenland waves salute the heaven, And quench the burning stars with spray. "Who was it rear'd those whelming waves? "And hence shalt thou, for evermore, GARCIA PEREZ DE VARGAS. * LOCKHART. KING Ferdinand alone did stand one day upon the hill, Surveying all his leaguer, and the ramparts of Seville; The sight was grand, when Ferdinand by proud Seville was lying, O'er tower and tree, far off, to see the Christian banners flying. * From Mr Lockhart's delightful "Ancient Spanish Ballads."-Blackwood, 1823. |