New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1875-06-25

And Charles, tho lord Of this low world Is gone;
Aud all his wars and VISIONS past away;
And in a moment l shall follow him.
Nay, dearest Lady. see Jour good physician
Drugs-but he Knows they cannot help me-says
Thai rest is all-clls me must not think
That must rcst-I shall rest by and by.
Catch the wild cat, eagr him; and hen ne spr'nss
And mains him self against the bars: say " rest
why you must Nil him II you would nave MN resi-
Dead or alive you cannot make him happy.
Your Majesty has lived so pure NE,
And done such mighty things by Holy Church,
I trust that God viii make yon happy y"t.
What is the strange thing hapiinessf Sit down here's
-''' '''' '''''' my LADY CLAnEyCE.
May make your Grace forget yourself little.
There runs shallow brook across our ND
For twenty miles where the black crow HES bvc,
And doth so bound and babbe all the var
As i itself wsTs harry l. was was Maiy LINE
| loved him. bat thought was not lovod
And both were silent, letting te Wild brook "a.
From oGi a bed Of ek.forgcinc-rots,
Look "a hard and sweet az me, and gave 1t me,
took it. tho | did not know took IT,
And pun IL in my bosom, and all II once
tell his arms about me- .nd hS lips
O God, have been too slack, too slack;
There Dos Gospeiiers even among oar Guards
The hereto priest workmen and and children.
Wet. famine. acue, fever. storm wreck wrath
Wen follow philips lea ling, and set ~
And burn the tares with unldencLaDlo ntel
Pie. what a SAVIOR tell the cooks to close
The doors Of all the OiceS Dc0w'
Sir we are private with our women here
Ever q rough. Ha~nt. aud unoOnr.ly fellow
TEou light torch that never VIII 30 on
Tis out-Inine flames Women, the Holy Farmer
Has Ia en- iiIe egateshp fro,u Our cousin Pole
Was that well donei aDd poor Pole pines oil is
As do. TO the death. am but wonan'
have 10 power. A h, weak and meek old man.
sevenfold dishonor'd even in the sight
Why that was false there is The right hand stu
Beckons me hence.
sir you were burnt for heresy. not for treason'
Remember that twas and Bonner did It,
And Pole; we three TO one-liave you found mercy
Grant il me here aud see he smiles and goes.
Gentle as in life.
Madam, who goes King Philip I
MARY.
No. Philip come and goes but never goes.
Women when am dead,
Open my meant and there you VIII find written
Two names, Philip and Calais; open his
SO that lac have one
Yon vii Gno Pnp only, policy, policy
Az worse than that-not one hOIlr true to mol
Foul mnggOtS craving IN icsterd FlceI
Adulterous TO the very heart OF Hell.
Hast thou knife
Ay, Madam hut O. Gods mercy
MARY.
Fool, think'st thou would peril mine own soul
by slaughter of the body could not, girl,
Not Ills way-caous with constant stripe,
Unwoundabie. Thy knife
Take heed. take heed
The blade is keen as death;
MARY
This Philip shall not
Stare in upon me in my haggarduo,s;
Old. miserable, diseased
Incapablc of children. Come thou down.
fcats oui he piet'ay AMI 0tro,cs 4 down.
Lie there. (EdHSJ Cod have killed my Phillp.
ALICE.
Madam, you have but cut the canvas out,
We can replace 1t.
All is wei then; rest-
I will to rest; he said. mus. have rest
A cry. What's that Elzabethl reyolti
4 new Northumberland another Wyatif
I'll fight it Oh the threshold OF the grave.
LADY CLARENCs.
Madam, your royal sister coines 10 see yoil
MARY.
Who knows il Boleyn's daughter be my sisterf
W." ~ ''''' TO LADY CLARENCE.
o Saint OF Aragon. with that sweet worn smile
Among thy patient wrinAles-Iielp me hence iEreu"h
OF the episodical passages in this poem the most
remarkable probably are the sketch of Sir Thomas
Wyatt-for the scene of the Kentish instruction is
a sketch of character quite as much as an Incident
of the story-the execution Of Cranmer the descrip
ton of the death of Lady Jane Grey, and the scene
of Elizabeth at Woodstock. WAITS address to the
men of Kent is a noble specimen of lusty English
prose:
Open tho window, Knyvett;
The mine Is fired and VIII SPEAK TO them. A.. -.
kept Your Old customs upright While all the rest Of En-
glad how'd theirs to the Norman, the cause that hath
shire, but Of this England in whose crown Kent is
the a:rest jewel Philip shall not wed Mary and ye
have been there with my father have seen them in
their own land have marked the haughtiness OF their
noblCs the cruelty OF their priests II this marry
our Queen however the Council and the Commons may
fence round his power with restriction he will be King,
King OF England, my masters aud the Queen. and the
laws aud the people, his slaves WHAT siau we have
Spain the throne and in te Iaranen, spain IN the
Of state Spain in our ships, i'll our FORTS III our houses,
in our beds 1
MOI mol no Spain.
No Spain in our bedstlHt worse than all. have
been there with old sir Thomas, and the beds know.
hate SPAN. ,pr,.
But Sir Thomas must We levy war against the Queen
Gracci ,
No. my friend; war Tor the Queens Grace1to save
think not we shall be aOne-thousanls will flock 10
The Council the Court itself is Oh our side The Lord
Is with us the hing OF Denmark is with Us; the world
is with us-War against Spain! And II we move not now.
YET il Will be known that We have moved aud II f1lip
come TO be King, o, my Cod the rope the rack. the
thlnbscrcw the stake the lire If We move not now,
spain brides mobiles with her gold and creeps.
creels suakeke about our legs III we caI0L move NJ
ALL and W know my masters, that wherever Spain natn
ruled she hath witherd all beneath her Look at The
New WoId-a paradise made hell; the real man. that
good helpless creature starved. lnaiInd noesd Nay a.
nearer home the Netherlands, Sicily, Naples. Lonbardy.
say mOre-Ony this, their lot - yours Forward TO
London with mel forward TO LosdOn! II ye love your
liberties your skins. forward to Londonl
Here is little song from the Woodstock scene:
MILKMAID Singing uithout.
Shame upon yon, Robin,
Shame upon you nOwl
Kiss me would you with my hands
Milking the cow
Daisies grow again,
Kingcnps blow again,
And YOU came and Kiss u mo milking the COW.
Robin came behind me,
kissd well vow;
Cuff him could n with my hands
Milking tine GOVT
Swallows fly again,
CuckOOS cry again.
And you came and dssd me milking the cow