Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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ANCIENT SONGS
With kindeft fpeech he ftrove to heal
The anguifh of her heart.
Be comforted, my lady deare,
Thofe pearly drops refraine ;
Betide me weal, betide me woe,
I'll try to eafe thy paine. 40
And for this foul and fearful dreame,
That caufeth all thy woe,
Trufr me I'll travel far away
But I'll the meaning knowe.
Then giving many a fond embrace,
And fhedding many a teare,
To the weird lady of the woods
He purpos'd to repaire.
To the weird lady of the woods,
Full long and many a daye, 50
Thro' lonely fhades, and thickets rough
He winds his weary waye.
At length he reacli'd a dreary dell
With difmal yews o'erhung ;
Where cyprefs fpred it's mournful boughes,
And pois'nous nightfhade fprung.
No chearful gleams here pierc'd the gloome,
He hears no chearful found ;
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