The poetical works of Susanna Blamire "The Muse of Cumberland." Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale; With a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell |
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FOR THE CARLISLE HUNT.
November, 1788.
When the last leaf forsook the tree,
And languid suns were seen,
And winter whistl'd o'er the lea,
And call'd the sportsmen keen;
The goddess of the silver bow
Stept forth, her sandals tipp'd with snow.
Fal, lall, &c.
And languid suns were seen,
And winter whistl'd o'er the lea,
And call'd the sportsmen keen;
The goddess of the silver bow
Stept forth, her sandals tipp'd with snow.
Fal, lall, &c.
Her beauteous nymphs rang'd by her side,
While hounds surround her horn;—
Stop here, my woodland train, she cried,
Till welcom'd by the morn;
See yonder comes the blushing fair,
We'll soon hunt down her leading star.
Fal, lall, &c.
While hounds surround her horn;—
Stop here, my woodland train, she cried,
Till welcom'd by the morn;
See yonder comes the blushing fair,
We'll soon hunt down her leading star.
Fal, lall, &c.
A stag for long kept up the chase,
But now at bay he stood;
A nymph, of more than mortal race,
Rush'd eager from the wood:—
“I come to set the prisoner free!”
Then waved the cap of Liberty.
Fal, lall, &c.
But now at bay he stood;
A nymph, of more than mortal race,
Rush'd eager from the wood:—
“I come to set the prisoner free!”
Then waved the cap of Liberty.
Fal, lall, &c.
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Diana, smiling, took her hand:
“Where has my sister staid?
What hapless sons in foreign land
Demand her dauntless aid?”
“A city, once well known to fame,
Has struggl'd hard to keep my name:
Fal, lall, &c.
“Where has my sister staid?
What hapless sons in foreign land
Demand her dauntless aid?”
“A city, once well known to fame,
Has struggl'd hard to keep my name:
Fal, lall, &c.
“A few brave sons protect it now,
The bulwark of the laws;
While I come here to ask of you
To aid the glorious cause;
My daughters are like snowdrops seen,
All dress'd in white and trimm'd with green.”
Fal, lall, &c.
The bulwark of the laws;
While I come here to ask of you
To aid the glorious cause;
My daughters are like snowdrops seen,
All dress'd in white and trimm'd with green.”
Fal, lall, &c.
They hasted to the social ball,
Good humour met them there;
Diana's arrows Cupid stole
And aim'd them at the fair:
“Her train has yet escap'd my arts,
But now I shoot with Dian's darts:
Fal, lall, &c.
Good humour met them there;
Diana's arrows Cupid stole
And aim'd them at the fair:
“Her train has yet escap'd my arts,
But now I shoot with Dian's darts:
Fal, lall, &c.
“Yon lucid eye shall drop a tear—
That haughty heart shall bleed—
And many moons shall round the year
Ere I repent the deed.”
But Hymen heard, and with a smile,
Declar'd he'd hover round Carlisle.
Fal, lall, &c.
That haughty heart shall bleed—
And many moons shall round the year
Ere I repent the deed.”
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Declar'd he'd hover round Carlisle.
Fal, lall, &c.
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