Peter Faultless to his brother Simon tales of night, in rhyme, and other poems. By the author of Night [i.e. Ebenezer Elliott] |
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 | Peter Faultless to his brother Simon |  |
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“Thou shalt be well obey'd,” replied,While faster stream'd her tears, the bride.
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“A wedding? or a funeral?
Weeping! and on thy wedding day?
Weeping! and still for William Bray?
By heaven thou hast shed tears for him
Enough old Martha's drake to swim!
Of this no more, no more, I pray!—
Ho! where is now the blasant Muse?
Is she to scare the pigs afraid?
A song! a song! nor man, nor maid,
Who hopes to wed, to sing refuse.
But pensive Harry shall sing first,
The cross'd in love, the sorrow-nurs'd.
Harry, thou ne'er did'st rightly pray
Till sulky Sarah jilted thee.
Religion, ancient sages say,
Religion, from the realms above,
Came down, to soothe the mourner, love;
And passion then was piety.
Indulge me, Harry, in my whim—
(Solemn th' occasion!) sing a hymn;
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Ev'n call it what thou wilt—but sing!”
| Peter Faultless to his brother Simon | |