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

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Sometimes fhe would bewail the lofs 85
And abfence of her deareft love :
Sometimes fhe thought the feas to crofs,
Her fortune on the waves to prove :
I fear my lord is flain, quoth fhe,
He flays fo from Penelope* 9a
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At length the ten years fiege of Troy
Did end; in flames the city burn'd ;
And to the Grecians was great joy,
To fee the towers to afhes turn'd
Then came Ulyffes home to fee 95
His conftant, dear, Penelope.
O blame her not if fhe was glad,
When fhe her lord again had feen.
Thrice-welcome home, my dear, fhe faid,
A long time abfent thou haft been : 100
The wars fhall never more deprive
Me of my lord whilfl Pme alive.
Fair ladies all example take;
And hence a'worthy leffon learn,
All youthful follies to forfake,
And vice from virtue to difcern
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And let all women ftrive to be,
As conftant as Penelope.
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