New-York tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1841-1842, 1841-09-21
An OK was every morning slain,


And crowned with praise and iautci'
Who kindly toasted il MS hall,
And tilted in his quarrel;
A -,;rstrels came and sang MS fame
In verv rugged verses;
~ ,bey were paid with wine and game,
And rags, and cups, and purses
And he lorcd a Lady of high degree,
Faiths fortress Bcauty's flower;
countess for her maid had she,
And g kingdom for her dover;
And brow whose trowns were vastly grand.
And az eve Of sunIit brightness.
And swaI-like neck, and arm aad hand
OF most bcwitching whi;encss;
Aud voice OF music. whose sweet tones
Could 1nost divine!y prattle
OF battered casques, and broken bones,
And all the bliss Of battle
He wrIc her scarf in many frag,
He trained her hawks and ponies,
And filed her kitchen every day
With leveIets and con;es
He loved. and ne was loved again
wont waste tire in proving.
There i no pleasure Ike the pain
OF being loved, and loving.
Dame Fortune is acklc gypsy,
And always blind. and often tipsy:
Sometimes, for years and years together.
she II bless you With the sunnicst weather,
Besrswing honor. pudding pence,
You can't imagine Why or Whence =
Then in a raomeat-Pres;o, pass =
Your Joys are ~iiheted ike the grass;
You fad your constitution vanish
Almost as quickly as the Spanish
The murrain spoils your nccks an! heeces;
The drr-rot pulls your house 10 pieces;
Your garden raises ONLY weeds;
Your agent steals your tllc-dccds
Your bankers failure stras the city;
Your fathers will makes Sugden witty;
Your daughter in her beautys bloom
Goes on TO Gretna with the groom;
and YOU. good man, are left alone,
TO battle with the govt and stone
Ere long Sir Isumbras began
II be sad and thoughtful man
They said the glance OF al evil eye
Had been on the knights prosperity:
Less swift on the quarry his lilcon went.
Less true va. his hourd on the wild decrs scent,
And thrice in the list he came lie the earth.
By the luckie=s chance Of broken girth.
And Poverty soon in her rae, Wa seen
At the board where Plenty srst had been;
And the guests smiled not as they smiled before,
And the song of the minstrel was heard no more
And a base migrate, who was his foe.
Because, little month ago,
~ had cut him down with friendly ardor,
From rusty hook in an Ogtes larder.
Invented an atrocious fable,
And li5eled his fame Al The Royal Table:
and she at last, the worsAipea one,
For whom his vaorous deeds were done,
Who had heard hi VOWS. and worn his jewels,
And made him figh: aiany duels-
She too. when Fate's relentless wheel
Deprived him of the Privy Seal.
Bestowed her smiles upon another,
And gave his letters to her mother.
Fortune and Fame-he had seen them depart.
With the silent pride OF valiant heart;
Traitorous friends--he bad passed them by
With a naughty brow and s;itled sigh.
Boundless and black might roll the sea,
Ger which the course OF his bark must be;
But he saw, thro' the storms that irowncd above.
One guiding star, and it. light was Love.
N>w all was dark the doom was spoken
His wealth all spent, and his heart hafbroken,
Poor youth, he had no earthly hope,
Excep, in laudanun rope.
He ordered out his horse, and tried
As the Lcech advised, gentle ride.
a pleasant path ne took, ers.
" here the turf, all bright with the April show
Was spangled with hundred flowers,
Beside murmurng brook.
Never before had he roved that way;
And now, on a sunny first of May,
He chose the turning, Yea may guess,
Not for the laughing loneliness
OF turf. or flower OF stream; but only
Because ii looked extremely lonely.
He had wandered, musing, scarce a mile
In his melancholy mood,
When, peeping o or a rustic stile,
H. saw little village smile
Embowcred in thick wood.
There were small cottages, arraycd
In the delicate iasninc's fragrant shade 4;
And gardens, whence the rose bloom
Loaded the gale with rich perfume;
And there were happy hearts; for all
In that bright nook kept festival
And welcomed in the merry May
With banquet and with roundeay.
Sir lsumbrus safe gazing there,
With folded arms, and sloutuiul air
He fnncicd-'t was an idle whim-
That the village looked IKE home 10 him.
And now gentle maiden came,
Leaving her sisters and their game,
And wandered up the vale;
Sir Isurabras mad never seen
a thing So iair-excepi the Queen =
But out on Passions doubts aad fears
Her beautiful eyes were full Of tears,
And her checks wan and pale.
None cour,ed her stay Of the joyous throns,
As she passed from the group alone;
And he listened, which was very wrong.
And heard her singing a lively song,
In a very dismal tone
q Deep is the bliss Of the be,ed knight,
When he Kisses u, dawn TIE s!kcn glove,
4 nd coos In lii, rli;terinr arrnor Gicht.
TO shiyer lance Tor hs Lady-love -
That thrilling voice so soft and clear
Was 1t familiar to his ear
And those delicious. dropping eyes.
As hlue mud as arr. n rhe summer skies