Waiting for the appointed minute, Hope and fear alternate teaze him, Lovely seems the moon's fair lustre Gilding mountain, grove, and plain. Lovely seems the sun's full glory But a thousand times more lovely Tip-toe stands the anxious lover, "Is it true the dreadful story, Which thy damsel tells my page, That seduc'd by sordid riches "An old lord from Antiquera Thy stern father brings along ; But canst thou, inconstant Zayda, Thus consent my love to wrong? The Mahometan name of God; "If 'tis true now plainly tell me, Nor thus trifle with my woes; Deeply sigh'd the conscious maiden, "Our fond friendship is discover'd, Well are known our mutual vows: All my friends are full of fury; Storms of passion shake the house. "Threats, reproaches, fears surround me; "Ancient wounds of hostile fury Long have rent our house and thine; Why then did thy shining merit Win this tender heart of mine? "Well thou know'st how dear I lov'd thee, Spite of all their hateful pride, Tho' I fear'd my haughty father Ne'er would let me be thy bride. "Well thou know'st what cruel chidings "I no longer may resist them; All, to force my hand, combine; And to-morrow to thy rival This weak frame I must resign. "Yet think not thy faithful Zayda "Farewell then, my dear Alcanzor! Farewell too my life with thee! Take this scarf a parting token; When thou wear'st it think on me. "Soon, lov'd youth, some worthier maiden To him all amaz'd, confounded, Thus she did her woes impart : "Canst thou think I thus will lose thee? "Canst thou, wilt thou yield thus to them? This fond heart shall bleed to save thee, ""Tis in vain, in vain, Alcanzor, Spies surround me, bars secure : Scarce I steal this last dear moment, Hark, I hear my father storming! SADDLE TO RAGS. From "Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England," published by the Percy Society. HIS story I'm going to sing, I hope it will give you content, That was going to pay his rent As he was a-riding along, A gentleman-thief overtook him, "O well overtaken, old man, O well overtaken," said he; "Thank you kindly, sir," says the old man, "If you be for my companie." "How far are you going this way?" "I am but a silly old man, Who farms a piece of ground; My half-year rent, kind sir, Just comes to forty pound. "But my landlord's not been at hame,— I've not seen him twelve month or more; It makes my rent to be large, I've just to pay him fourscore." |