"Oh fayft thou foe, thou Palmer deare?

"Nowe shalt thou have golde and fee:
"Then telle mee, Palmer, telle mee, where
"My deade lorde I may fee?
Then quick that wily Palmer led
The ladye to the bow're,

And in a booke full long hee reade,
Whyle faste her tears did poure.

"Oh I knowe well, by this blacke booke,
"That he'll appeare this nighte;
"But whyte and ghaflye hee wyll looke,
"And will thee much affryghte,"

"Oh I care not," the ladye fayde ;

"Tho' foule be thoughte the worde, "Woulde heav'n mee speede! tho' hee bee deade, "I'd fee my dearest lorde."

"On yon kirk-greene, at darke mydnighte,

"Thy deade lorde will appeare:

"Far off you'l fee his hapleffe fp'rite

"But, ladye-goe not neare.

"Soe nowe goe chaunte full manye a prayer,

"Devoute upon thy knee;

"And to the kirke-greene at nighte repayre,

66 Thy deade lorde for to fee."

Nowe rose the moone with folemn pryde,
Sweete nighte's enchaunting queene,
And o'er the lonelye kirk-yard wide
Was fhed her filver fheene.

And then cam forth that ladye fayre,

Colde blewe the blaste—and her sweete haire,
Was all with dewe besprente.

And nowe the houres had gone their rounde,
And drearye was the greene,

And nought was hearde fave the lone founde
Of the blafte that blewe fo keene.

Yet ftill fhee figh'd, "Tho' foul my meede,
"And foule bee thoughte the worde,
"Woulde heav'n mee speede! tho' hee bee deade,
"I'd fee my deare-lov'd lord."

Scarce had thee fpoke; when from the easte

A ghostelye forme did glide-
Shee started wilde-fhe fmote her breaste-

And on the kirk-greene dyed.

The Palmer threw afyde the sheete,

And frantic rav'd and cry'd;

Then curs'd his avarice indifcreete,
And by the ladye dy'd.

The

XIII.

The FAIR MANIAC.

In two Parts.

Now first printed.

Part First.

HE nighte was darke, the blafte blew colde,
And loude the tempefte roar'd;

THE

Blue lightnings flash'd from pole to pole,

The stormie torrente pour'd; Mankinde, both hie and lowe, in bed

Were shelter'd fafe and warme; Save one distracted mayde, who fled 'Mong alle the thickest storme.

And ever and anon shee sped

Where moste the tempefte pour'd,

And where the thunders overheade

With loudest terror warr'd:

Thro' lonesom dell or drearye glade,

Or kirkeyarde graves among,

Shee wander'd alle wylde, and thus (poore mayde)
With madlike glee she sung:

"Beate,

"Beate, beate, yee wyndes; yee torrents, poure; "Fighte, warring cloudes above;

"Flash, lightnings, flash; loude thunders, roare; "But hurte not mye true love :

"For hym I feeke both nighte and daye,

"For hym bewilder'd rove;

"Yee lightnings, light mee on my waye, "In fearche of my true love.

"For hym I beare the fummer's burne,
"And brave the wintrie wynde;
"And daye and nighte for hym I mourne,

"For hee has prov'd unkinde ;

"Yee torrentes, rufh; yee thunders, roare;

"Flash, flash, thou angrie skie;

"For I fhall fee my love no more,

"And I for hym will dye.

"The colde, colde nighte is darke and dreare, "And I cannot finde mye love;

"Ah mee!-I've fearch'd both farre and neare; "Where, wanderer, canst thou rove?

"But I'll purfue and ftop thy fpeede"And oh! for thy fcorne to mee,

"I'll make thy hearte like mine to bleede, "And then I'll dye with thee."

A valiant

A valiant knighte was ryding bye,

All in the ftormie raine;

And hee hearde the hapleffe damfel fighe,

And bitterlye complayne.

She frantic o'er the wyld heathe fprung,

And frantic cry'd aloude ;

Then stop'd the knighte, and thus fhee fung,
While hee all wond'ring ftoode :

"Oh turne, fyr knighte, thy milkwhite steede,
"And heare my mourneful fonge;
"And then in valiante knightelye deede
"Returne and righte my wrong":
"I lov'd a knighte, and lov'd hym true,
"And conftante love he fwore,

"But hee's prov'd false, and I mufte rue-
"And I mufte ftill deplore.

"Hee lives at yonder glitt'ring tow're, "Hee lives nor thinkes of mee;

"Oh knighte, I'd bleffe thy valour's pow're,

"Coulde I the traytor fee:

"Then turne, fyr knighte, thy milkwhite steede,

"The waye it is not longe;

"And maye th' ladie you befte love bee thie meede, "If thou wilt righte mie wrong!"

"Yes