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And fo my fervants on that morn
And feemed for forrow to fall down.
And made the bell aloud be rung;
And fervice for my foul was fung.
I promised had fo, by St. Paul,
By journeys nimbly, all by night;
Since openly I came in fight.
No wight did know but I was dead
Save my three fervants and my wife;
And come again from death to life,
From laughing loud could not refrain;
And of his welfare all were fain.
And oftentimes his truth had tried,
The notes which Mr. Lambe, the Editor, has annexed to this poem are copious and mifcellaneous; in many places both entertaining and inftructive. Well skilled in the ancient Anglo-Saxon language, a confiderable portion of which remains in ufe in the North, he is a more competent judge of many obfolete expreffions in Shakespeare than any of his learned fouthern commentators.
As there is nothing, fays he, which we are fo forward to give As advice; the interpreters, and enraptured admirers of Shakespeare must allow me to recommend to them a feven years refidence on the north fide of the Tweed; in which time, if they are diligent, they may acquire a competent knowledge of the old English tongue.'
In the appendix to thefe notes there is an old Scotch fong on the battle of Floddon, which, for its genuine fimplicity and the truly plaintive fpirit of elegy, excels every thing of the kind we have met with:
I. I have
I have heard of a lilting, at our ewes milking,
At boughts, in the morning, nae blyth lads are scorning ;
Nae daffin, nae gabbin, but fighing, and fabbing;
At e'en at the gloming, nae fwankies are roaming,
The flowers of the forest that are a' wede away.
O dool for the order, fent our lads to the border:
V. 6. Dowie, melancholy. Wae, forrowful.
• Verfe 1. Lilting. Singing in a brifk lively manner, V. 3. Ilka. Every.
V. 3. Loaning. A little common, near country villages, whers Cows are milked.
V. 4. Braw. Brave. Finely apparelled.
A weeder out of his proud adverfaries.
V. 5. Bought. The little fold, where the ewes are inclosed at milking time.
V. 5. Scorning. Jeering the laffes about their sweethearts. To fcern is often now used in this sense in the N.
V. 8. Ilka ape, every one. Leglen, a milking-pail with one lug or handle.
The hafty, filent, and difconfolate departure of the milk-maids, is natural, and affecting.
V.9. Gloming. At even, in the twilight, or evening gloom.
• V. 9. Swankies. Young countrymen. This is an old English word, derived from the Saxon Swang, a country swain.
V. 10. Bogle. Hobgoblin, Spectre. Bogle Bo about the flack, is the diverfion of young folks in a stack-yard.
V. 11. Dreary. Sad.
• V. 14. Banstars. Binders up of the sheaves of corn.-Runkled, wrinkled. Lyart, hoary. The binders were now all old men. V. 15. Fleeching. Flattering.
V. 17. Dool. Grief.
V. 19. Ay. Ever; always.
V. 20. Cauld. Cold. There was hardly a genteel family in Scotland, but what loft one or more of their nearest relations in this battle.
V. 22. Bairns. Children.-The tune to this fong, called, The Flowers of the Forreft, is a pretty, melancholy one.'
We take leave of this entertaining book with our public thanks to Mr. Lambe for his diligence and information as an Editor.
ART. III. Poems by the Author of The Sentimental Sailor. 4to. 3 s. 6d. Boards. Dilly. 1774.
HEN we expreffed some disappointment in the Sentimental Sailor, it appeared not to be occafioned fo much by the Author's want of ability, as by the infelicity of his choice of a fubject: for who, after Rouffeau, could write for St. Preux ?-In the three little poems before us he has been more fuccessful. The fubject of the firft is Arthur's Seat, a beautiful and commanding eminence in the neighbourhood of Edinburgh, which affords a variety of profpect, and suggests many circumstances for reflection. The Author has here fhewn himfelf by no means deftitute of genius. His colouring is not languid, nor is his verfification fpiritlefs; neither are his defcriptions unanimated.
See Hawthornden's once vocal groves,
Mid fhelving banks and mazy bowers
M. Review, vol. xlviii. p. 68.
• What would the Mufe? forbear, forbear;
How grand, with circling mountains crown'd,
• See Pentland huge, enormous pile!
See lingring fnow-tracts white remain
As tow'rs o'er many an Alpine hill
• Romantic height! thy ether keen
We leave for future bard to fing,
In the above extract there is certainly ftrength of numbers, of painting, and of fancy. The fame may be faid of the beautiful lines occafioned by the introduction of Thomson:
• To ufher in the smiling years,
• Ethereal mildnefs! while the Spring
And shakes the founding world defac'd ;
-WHILE rounding thus the varied year,
So long shall last thy matchless song,
The fecond poem is entitled Elyfium, a Dream; a fubject which invited to exuberance of fancy, and every indulgence of poetical daring:
Who with Anacreon lyes fupine ?