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CUMNOR HALL.

"No more thou com’st with lover's speed,

Thy once-beloved bride to see; But be she 'live or be she dead,

I fear, stern Earl, 's the same to thee.

“Not so the usage I received,

When happy in iny father's hall;
No faithless husband then me grieved,

No chilling fears did me appal.

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“ I rose ap with the cheerful morn,

No lark more blythe, no flower more gay ; And like the bird that haunts the thorn,

So merrily sung the livelong day.

“ If that my beauty is but small,

Amongst court-ladies all despised Why didst thou rend it from that hall,

Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized ?

And when you first to me made suit,

How fair I was, you oft would say;
And, proud of conquest, pluck'd the fruit,

Then left the blossom to decay.

“Yes, now neglected and despised,

The rose is pale, the lily's dead;
But he that once their charms so prized

Is, sure, the cause those charms are fled.

"For know, when siek'ning grief doth prey,

And tender love's repail with scorn, The sweetest beauty will decay,

What floweret can endure the storm ?

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CUMNOR HALL.

“At court, I'm told, is beauty's throne,

Where every lady's passing rare, -That eastern flowers, that shame the sun,

Are not so glowing, not so fair:

“Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds

Where roses and where lilies vie,
To seek a primrose, whose pale shades

Must sicken when those gaudes are by ?

'Mong rural beauties I was one ;

Among the fields wild-flowers are fair : Some country swain might me have won,

And thought my beauty passing rare.

· But, Leicester-or I much am wrong,

Or 'tis not beauty lures thy vows; Rather ambition's gilded crown

Makes thee forget thy humble spouse.

“ Then, Leicester, why, again I plead

(The injured surely may repine) Why didst thou wed a country maid,

When some fair princess might be thine ?

“Why didst thou praise my humble charms,

And, oh! then leave them to decay ? Why didst thou win me to thy arms,

Then leave me mourn the livelong day?

* The village-maidens of the plain

Salute me lowly as I go;
Envious they mark my silken train

Nor think a Countess can have woe.

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