Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry

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Title: Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry
Author: Edmund Goldsmid
Release Date: August, 2004 [EBook #6375]?[Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule]?[This file was first posted on December 2, 2002]
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Quaint Gleanings From Ancient Poetry:
A COLLECTION OF CURIOUS POETICAL COMPOSITIONS?OF THE XVIth, XVIIth, AND XVIIIth CENTURIES.
EDITED From MSS. and Rare Printed Originals?BY EDMUND GOLDSMID, F.R.H.S.
INTRODUCTION.
The following curious collection I have gathered together during several years' reading in out-of-the-way corners. Manuscripts, in public and private libraries; old books picked up on dusty bookstalls, or carried away as prizes from the battlefield of the auction-room; even pencillings on the inside of tattered bindings,--all have been laid under contribution. I trust this medley, or pot-pourri, of snatches of song, grave and gay, will prove as interesting to my readers as they have been to myself. They claim attention on various grounds: some are the works of well-known men, such as Anthony Munday and Warren Hastings; some are bitter political squibs--such, for instance, as the "Satyre against the Scots," page 47; some, again, are exquisitely beautiful, as "The Dirge," page 53. A few have appeared in different collections: but none of my readers, I will undertake to say, have seen more than a half-dozen or so.
With these few words I beg to introduce Volume One of the "Collectanea Adamantaea."
EDMUND GOLDSMID.
Edinburgh, March 6th, 1884.
CONTENTS.
I. BEAUTIES FORT
II. MY BONNY LASS, THINE EYE
III. ANTHONY MUNDAY'S POEM ON THE CAPTIVITY OF JOHN FOX
IV. CARE FOR THY SOUL
V. MEGLIORA SPERO
VI. A LETTER FROM THE DUKE OF MONMOUTH TO THE KING
VII. THE KING'S ANSWER
VIII. AN EPITAPH ON DUNDEE
IX. THE ROBBER ROBB'D
X. AH! THE SHEPHERD'S MOURNFUL FATE
XI. VERSES TO A FRIEND
XII. A PANYGYRICK UPON OATES
XIII. THE MIRACLE
XIV. THE PATRIOTS
XV. JUSTICE IN MASQUERADE
XVI. THE BRAWNY BISHOP'S LAMENT
XVII. THE POOR BLIND BOY
XVIII. THE INISKILLING REGIMENT
XIX. A BALLAD ON THE FLEET
XX. ON MR. FOX AND MR. HASTINGS
XXI. AN IMITATION OF HORACE, BK. II, ODE 16
XXII. EPITAPH ON DR. JOHNSON
XXIII. VERSES UPON THE ROAD
XXIV. SATYR ON THE SCOTS
XXV. THE MARSEILLAISE
XXVI. A DIRGE
BEAUTIES FORT.
FROM AN ANONYMOUS MS., LATELY IN POSSESSION OF?J. P. COLLIER, ESQ., F.S.A.
When raging Love, with fierce assault,?Strikes at fair Beauties gate,?What army hath she to resist?And keepe her court and state?
She calleth first on Chastitie?To lende her help in time;?And Prudence no lesse summons shee?To meet her foe so trim.
And female Courage she alwaye?Doth bring unto the walle,?To blowe the trump in her dismaye,?Fearing her fort may falle.
On force of wordes she much relies?Her foe without to keepe,?And parleyeth with her two bright eyes?When they her dyke would leape.
Yet natheless the more she strives,?The lesse she keepes him out,?For she hath traitors in her camp?That keepe her still in doubt.
The first and worst of these the Fleshe,?Then womans Vanitie?That still is caughte within the meshe?Of guilefull Flatterie.
These traitors ope the gate at length;?And in, with sword in hande,?Came raging Love, and all her strength?No longer can withstande.
Prudence and Chastitie both to?Submit unto the foe;?And female Courage nought can doe?But down her walls must goe.
She needes must yield her castle strong,?And Love triumphs once more;?Its onely what the boy hath done?A thousand times before.
None may resist his mightie power;?And though a boy, and blinde,?He knows to chase a happie hour?When maidens must be kinde.
MY BONNY LASS! THINE EYE.
By THOMAS LODGE, M.D.
[Footnote: The original of this poem not being within my reach at present, I have inserted Professor Arber's modern version.]
My bonny lass! thine eye,
So sly,?Hath made me sorrow so.?Thy crimson cheeks, my dear!
So clear,?Have so much wrought my woe.
Thy pleasing smiles and grace,
Thy face,?Have ravished so my sprites,?That life is grown to nought
Through thought?Of love, which me affrights.
For fancy's flames of fire
Aspire?Unto such furious power,?As but the tears I shed
Make dead,?The brands would me devour.
I should consume to nought
Through thought?Of thy fair shining eye,?Thy cheeks, thy pleasing smiles,
The wiles?That