My fhrieks had all been spent in vain,
But heaven, that faw my grief,
Brought this brave youth within my call,
Who flew to my relief.

With nothing but his hunting spear,
And dagger in his hand,

He fprung like lightning on my foes,
And caus'd them foon to stand.

He fought, till more affistance came;
The Scots were overthrown;
Thus freed me, captive, from their bands.
To make me more his own.

O happy day! the youth replied:
Bleft were the wounds I bare!

From that fond hour fhe deign'd to fmile,
And liften to my prayer.

And when the knew my name and birth,
She vowed to be my bride;

But oh! we fear'd, (alas, the while!)
Her princely mother's pride:

Sifter of haughty BOLINGBROKE
Our houfe's ancient foe,

*

To me I thought a banish'd wight
Could ne'er fuch favour fhow.

Defpairing

JOAN, Countess of Weftmoreland, mother of the

young lady, was daughter of JOHN of GAUNT, and half. fifter of king HENRY IV.

Defpairing then to gain confent;
At length to fly with me.

I won this lovely timorous maid;
To Scotland bound are we.

This evening, as the night drew on,
Fearing we were pursu'd,

We turn'd adown the right-hand path,
And gain'd this lonely wood:

Then lighting from our weary steeds
To fhun the pelting shower,
We met thy kind conducting hand,
And reach'd this friendly bower.

Now reft ye both, the Hermit faid;
Awhile your cares foregoe:
Nor, Lady, fcorn my humble bed;

WE'll pass the night below.*

*Adjoining to the cliff, which contains the Chapel of the Hermitage, are the remains of a fmall building, in which the Hermit dwelt. This confifted of one lower A. partment, with a little Bed-chamber over it, and is now in ruins: whereas the Chapel, cut in the folid rock, is ftill very intire and perfect.

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FIT THE SECOND.

OVELY. fmil'd the blushing morn,
And every ftorm was fled:

But lovelier far, with fweeter fmile,
Fair ELEANOR left her bed.

She found her HENRY all alone,

And cheer'd him with her fight;
The youth confulting with his friend
Had watch'd the livelong night.

What sweet furprize o'erpower'd her breaft?
Her cheek what blushes dyed,
When fondly he befought her there

To yield to be his bride?

Within this lonely hermitage

There is a chapel meet:

Then grant, dear maid, my fond request,

And make my blifs compleat.

O HENRY

O HENRY, when thou deign'ft to fue,
Can I thy fuit withstand?

When thou, lov'd youth, haft won my heart,

Can I refuse my hand?

For thee I left a father's fmiles,

And mother's tender care;

And whether weal or woe betide,
Thy lot I mean to share.

And wilt thou then, O generous maid,
Such matchlefs favour show,

To share with me a banish'd wight
My peril, pain, or woe.

Now heaven, I trust, hath joys in store
To crown thy constant breast :

For, know, fond hope affures my heart
That we fhall foon be bleft.

Not far from hence ftands Coquet Isle
Surrounded by the fea;

There dwells a holy friar, well-known
To all thy friends and thee:*

"Tis father Bernard, fo revered
For every worthy deed;

TO RABY caftle he shall go,
And for us kindly plead.

C

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*In the little island of COQUET, near Warkworth, are ftill feen the ruins of a Cell, which belonged to the Benedictine monks of Tinemouth-Abbey.

To fetch this good and holy man
Our reverend host is gone:
And foon, I trust, his pious hands
Will join us both in one:
Thus they in fweet and tender talk
The lingering hours beguile :
At length they fee the hoary fage
Come from the neighbouring ifle.
With pious joy and wonder mix'd
He greets the noble pair,
And glad confents to join their hands
With many a fervent prayer.

Then ftrait to RABY's diftant walls
He kindly wends his way:
Mean-time in love and dalliance sweet
They spend the livelong day.

And now, attended by their hoft,
The Hermitage they view'd,
Deep-hewn within a craggy cliff,
And over-hung with wood.

And near a flight of fhapely Steps,
All cut with niceft skill,
And piercing thro' a ftony Arch,
Ran winding up the hill.

There deck'd with many a flower and herb

His little Garden ftands;

With fruitful trees in fhady rows,

All planted by his hands.

Then,