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All beside thy impid waters,
Lords, and dukes, and noble princes,
On thy fatal banks were slain;
All the pride and flower of Spain!
There the hero, brave Alonzo,
Full of wounds and glory, died;
Fell a victim, by his side.
Lo! where yonder Don Saavedra
Proud Seville his worth admires.
Close behind, a renegado
Loudly shouts, with taunting cry, "Yield thee, yield thee, Don Saavedra! Dost thou from the battle fly?
"Well I know thee, haughty Christian,
Seen thee win the prize of proof.
"Well I know thy aged parents,
Well thy blooming bride I know;
Seven years of pain and woe.
"May our prophet grant my wishes,
Haughty chief, thou shalt be mine; Thou shalt drink that cup of sorrow Which I drank when I was thine."
Like a lion turns the warrior,
Back he sends an angry glare; Whizzing came the Moorish javelin, Vainly whizzing, through the air.
Back the hero, full of fury,
Sent a deep and mortal wound; Instant sunk the renegado,
Mute and lifeless, on the ground.
With a thousand Moors surrounded,
Brave Saavedra stands at bay; Wearied out, but never daunted,
Cold at length the warrior lay.
Near him fighting, great Alonzo
Stout resists the Paynim bands; From his slaughtered steed dismounted, Firm intrenched behind him stands.
Furious press the hostile squadron,
Furious he repels their rage;
Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows,
NOSE AND EYES.
NOSE AND EYES.- Cowper.
BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose ;
So the Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.
"In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,
And your lordship," he said, "will undoubtedly find,
That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,
Then holding the spectacles up to the court,-
As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,
Again, would your lordship a moment suppose (T is a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then?
"On the whole it appears, and my argument shows,
Then, shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how,
So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, -
TRADITIONARY BALLAD- Mary Howilt.
THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON-LOW. A MIDSUMMER LEGEND.
"AND where have you been, my Mary,
And where have you been from me?' "I've been at the top of the Caldon-Low, The midsummer night to see!"
"And what did you see, my Mary,
"And what did you hear, my Mary,
"O, tell me all, my Mary,-
"Then take me on your knee, mother,
"And merry was the glee of the harp-strings,
But, O, the sound of the talking
"And what were the words, my Mary,
"And some, they played with the water,
'And this,' they said, 'shall speedily turn
"For there has been no water
"O, the miller, how he will laugh
"And some, they seized the little winds,
And each put a horn into his mouth,
And blew so sharp and shrill: