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With that there came an arrow keen,
Out of an English bow,

Which ftruck Lord Douglas to the heart
A deep and deadly blow;

Who never spake more words than thefe,
Fight on my merry men all;
For why, my life is at an end:
Lord Piercy fees me fall.

Then, leaving life, Lord Piercy took.
The dead man by the hand,
And faid, Lord Douglas, for thy life
Would I had loft my land.
Oh but my very heart doth bleed.
With forrow for thy fake:
For fure a more renowned knight
Mifchance did never take.

A knight among the Scots there was,
Which faw Earl Douglas die ;

Who ftraight, in wrath, did vow revenge
Upon the Earl Piercy.

Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd,.
Who, with a fpear full bright,
Well mounted on a gallant steed,
Ran fiercely thro' the fight.
He pafs'd the English archers all,
Without all dread or fear,

And through Earl Piercy's body then,.
He thrust his hateful fpear:

With fuch a vehement force and might,
It did his body gore,

The fpear ran through the other fide,
A large cloth-yard and more.
So thus did both thefe nobles die,
Whofe courage none could ftain.
An English archer then perceiv'd
His noble Lord was flain;

He

He had a bow bent in his hand,
Made of a trufty tree,

An arrow of a cloth-yard's length,
Unto the head drew he;

Against Sir Hugh Montgomery then,
So right his haft he fet,

The grey-goofe wing that was thereon,
In his heart-blood was wet.

This fight did laft from break of day
Till fetting of the fun;

For when they rang the evening bell,
- The battle fcarce was done.
With the Lord Piercy there were flain
Sir John of Ogerton,

Sir Robert Ratcliff and Sir John,

Sir James that bold baron;
Sir George, and alfo good Sir Hugh,
Both knights of good account;
Good Sir Ralph Roby there was flain,
Whofe prowess did furmount.
For Witherington L needs must wail,
As one in doleful dumps:

For when his legs were fmitten off,
He fought ftill on his ftumps.

And with Earl Douglas there were flain
Sir Hugh Montgomery;

Sir Charles Murray, that from the field,.
One foot would never flee;

Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff too,
His fifter's fon was he;

Sir David Lamb fo well efteem'd,
Yet faved could not be ;

And the Lord Maxwel in likewife
Did with Earl Douglas die.-
Of fifteen hundred Scottish fpears
Went home but, fifty three:.

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Of twenty hundred Englishmen
Scarce fifty five did flee :

The reft were flain at Chevy-chace,
Under the green-wood tree.
Next day did may widows come,
Their husbands to bewail;

They wash'd their wounds in brinish tears;
But all could not prevail.
Their bodies, bath'd in purple blood,
They bare with them away:

They kifs'd them dead a thousand times,
When they were cold as clay.
The news were brought to Edinburgh,
Where Scotland's King did reign,
That brave Earl Douglas fuddenly
Was with an arrow flain.
Now God be with him, faid our King,
Sith 'twill no better be:

I truft I have in my realm

Five hundred as good as he.
Like tidings to King Henry came,
Within as fhort a space,

That Piercy of Northumberland
Was flain at Chevy-chace.
O heavy news, King Henry faid,
England can witness be,

I have not any captain more,
Of fuch account as he..
Now of the rest of small account,

Did many hundreds die.

Thus ended the hunting of Chevy-chace,
Made by the Earl Piercy.

God fave the King, and blefs the land
With plenty, joy and peace;

And grant henceforth, that foul debates
'Twixt noblemen may ceafe.

The

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The dying Chriftian to his foul.

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OD E.

I.

ITAL fpark of heav'nly flame! Quit, Oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the blifs of dying! Ceafe, fond nature, ceafe thy ftrife, And let me languish into life..

II.

Hark! they whifper; angels fay,
Sifter fpirit, come away,

What is this abforbs me quite ?
Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight,
Drowns my fpirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my foul, can this be death?

III.

The world recedes; it difappears!
Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears
With founds feraphic ring :

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly !
O grave! where is thy victory?

Ŏ death where is thy fting?

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Excerpts from Thomson's SEASONS..

SPRIN G.

OME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness,
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COME,

And from the bofom of yon dropping cloud, While mufick wakes around, veil'd in a fhower Of shadowing rofes, on our planes descend.

AND fee where furly Winter paffes off, Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blafts: His blafts obey, and quit the howling hill, The hatter'd forreft, and the ravag'd vale; While fofter gales fucceed; at whofe kind touch,

Diffolving fnows in livid torrents loft,

The mountains lift their green heads to the fky.

At laft from Aries rolls the bounteous fun, And the bright Bull receives him. Then no

more,

Th' expanfive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold; But, full of life and vivifying foul,

Lifts the light clouds fublime, and fpreads them thin,

Fleecy, and white, o'er all-furrounding heaven. Forth fly the tepid airs; and unconfin'd, Unbinding earth, the moving foftness strays. Joyous, th' impatient husbandman perceives Relenting nature, and his lufty steers

Drives from their ftalls, to where the well-us'd plow

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