Effusions of Love from Chatelar to Mary, Queen of Scotland Translated from a Gallic Manuscript, in the Scotch College at Paris. Interspersed with songs, sonnets, and notes explanatory, by the translator [i.e. S. W. H. Ireland]. To which is added, historical fragments, poetry, and remains of the amours, of that unfortunate Princess |
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BALLAD
TO MY QUEEN.
Ah! say not winter's winds blow bleak,
Nor tax the snow and drifting rain;
They'll blight the roses of the cheek,
But never give the bosom pain.
Nor tax the snow and drifting rain;
They'll blight the roses of the cheek,
But never give the bosom pain.
Ah! blame not age's icy dart,
For nought so marble-cold can be
As Mary's unrelenting heart,
For she can pity all but me.
For nought so marble-cold can be
As Mary's unrelenting heart,
For she can pity all but me.
Ah! curse not Fortune's wav'ring mind,
For nought so fickle e'er can prove
As she who blights with frown unkind
The child of truth and matchless love.
For nought so fickle e'er can prove
As she who blights with frown unkind
The child of truth and matchless love.
Oh Arran! thou hast pow'r and state
To cancel ev'ry hope of mine—
Oh Gordon! thou art bless'd by fate
With manly form and port divine.
To cancel ev'ry hope of mine—
Oh Gordon! thou art bless'd by fate
With manly form and port divine.
Yet, though eclips'd by state and pow'r,
Nor these or beauty can controul
Those flames which ev'ry sense devour,
That passion which enslaves my soul.
Nor these or beauty can controul
Those flames which ev'ry sense devour,
That passion which enslaves my soul.
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