Miss Kitty: A Parody, on Lenora; a BalladGeo. Reid and Company ... sold by them, and the booksellers, 1797 - 29 sider |
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ardour of Lenora's art thou Aryfe attend thy flight BELMONT BELMONT's arms breaſt burry-fkurry clattering go O'er dead can ride deſcribes Doft feare doft thou dore is ope earthlie fowne echoing noiſe fafety mount faithful grooms attend farke feare to ride fhall fleep fnort and blow forcible paffage fure go O'er pavement goftlie crew grooms attend thy guests thy comimg Halloo hands fo pale horfe and rider horſes heels Hurrah K ITT Y kiffes fnatch'd kifs land they ſpeede LENORA lily hands fo looſe attire lovers drive lyft upon thy manlike garb MISS K ITT MISS KITTY mount my chaiſe noiſe is paſt nut-brown maids plied flails ride apace ride with mee rider fnort ſhe Shou'd lovers Sparkling pebbles fly Splash ſprung to BELMONT's thou lyft Three faithful grooms throw the Cathrine thy comimg waite thy couch Tramp Unbeeding wet veil'd ten thouſand wedding guests thy weene wet or dry
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Side 18 - All in her sarke, as there she lay, Upon his horse she sprung : And with her lily hands so pale About her William clung. And hurry-skurry forth they goe, Unheeding wet or drye ; And horse and rider snort and blowe, And sparkling pebbles flye.
Side 5 - Or dost thou love no more ? He went abroade with Richard's host, The Paynim foes to quell ; But he no word to her had writt, An he were sick or well. With...
Side 14 - At midnight only we may ride ; " I come o'er land and fea ; " I mounted late, but foone I go, " Aryfe, and come with me." — — " O William, enter firft my bowre, " And give me one embrace : «* The blafts athwarte the hawthorne hifs,
Side 8 - O mother, what I feel within, No sacrament can staye; No sacrament can teche the dead To bear the sight of daye.' 'May be, among the heathen folk Thy William false doth prove, And puts away his faith and troth, And takes another love. Then wherefore sorrow for his loss ? Thy moans are all in vain : And when his soul and body parte, His falsehode brings him paine.
Side 16 - And where is, then, thy house and home ; And where thy bridal bed?' ' 'Tis narrow, silent, chilly, dark ; Far hence I rest my head.' ' And is there any room for mee, Wherein that I may creepe ?' There's room enough for thee and mee, Wherein that we may sleepe.
Side 10 - Almighty God ! O do not judge My poor unhappy childe ; She knows not what her lips pronounce, Her anguish makes her wilde. My girl, forget thine earthly woe, And think on God and bliss ; For so, at least, shall not thy soule, Its heavenly bridegroom miss.
Side 6 - Their hehnes bydeckt with oaken boughs, They feeke their long'd-for home. And ev'ry roade and ev'ry lane Was full of old and young, To gaze at the rejoicing band, To hail with gladfome toung.
Side 10 - Go out, go out, my lampe of life, In grislie darkness die : There is no mercye, sure, above ! For ever let me lie...
Side 10 - May be, among the heathen folk ... . Thy William falfe doth prove, And puts away his faith and troth. And takes another love. Then wherefore forrow for his lofs ? Thy moans are all in vain : And when his foul and body parte. His falfehode brings him paine.
Side 8 - Our Heavenly Father, if we praye, Will help a suff'ring childe : Go take the holy sacrament; So shall thy grief grow milde.