His eye was on the bell and float- Down sunk the bell with a gurgling sound; The bubbles rose, and burst around. Quoth Sir Ralph, the next who comes to the Rock Will not bless the priest of Aberbrothok. Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away; He scour'd the seas for many a day; And now grown rich with plunder'd store, On the deck the Rover takes his stand; But I wish we could hear the Inchcape Bell. VOL. III. HH Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair; One dreadful sound he seem'd to hear; SOUTHEY, SCOTTISH BALLAD. FAIR Lady Ann sat in her bower, And the flowres did spring, and the byrdes did sing, "Twas the merry Mayday tyde. But fair Lady Ann on Sir William call'd, O, though thou be fause, may Heaven thee guard Out of the wood cam three bonny boys A' nakit as they were borne ; O, sevin lang zear wad I sit here A to ha but ane of thae § bonny boys Then up and spak the eldest boy, And ponder well the read || that I tell, * Eye. + Ball. All to have. These. 'Tis I am Peter, and this is Paul, And that ane sae fair to see But a twelmonth sin* syne to Paradise came, To join with our companie. O, I will hae the sna white boy, The bonniest o' the three. 'And gin I were there and in thy propinet, 'Tis I wad cleed thee in silk and gowd‡, 'Beneath the sod where now I stand, And thy cruel penknife is still in my heart, ANONYMOUS. BALLAD. 'SEE, Warder, yonder banner wave Along the frosty air; 'Tis the white cross of Edric brave, Heaven grants him to my prayer! 'Down with the bridge!'-To meet her knight She flew in joyous mood; Nor mark'd the child, who follow'd light, 'My Adela! three tedious years I've sigh'd for this bless'd hour! Still blooms our boy?'-'Like rain my tears * Ago. + Gift or management. Gold. Such. 'Bar well the gate, for foes are nigh:- The livelong night the Warder thought The livelong day the mother sought At length she found him by the wall, She found him—and she shared his pall- MISS MITFORD. THE OTAHEITAN MOURNER. [Peggy Stewart was the daughter of an Otaheitan chief, and married to one of the mutineers of the Bounty. On Stewart's being seized and carried away in the Pandora Frigate, Peggy fell into a rapid decay, and in two months died of a broken heart, leaving an infant daughter, who is still living.] FROM the isle of the distant ocean My white love came to me; I led the weary stranger Beneath the spreading tree. I strew'd his pillow there, Before I knew his language, Or he could talk in mine, We vow'd to love each other, And never to resign. O, then 'twas lovely watching And learn the white man's greeting, I taught my constant white loye To summer groves I led him, Where the crested seabirds go, We heard the dash of the distant spray, And saw through the deeps the sunbeams play, In the coral bowers below. And when my lover, weary, To our woodland couch would creep, Would often envy me. Yet when my white love's forehead I knew not why the cold drops Should start and quiver there. |