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Article PROLOGUE TO THE WANDERING JEW. Page 1 of 1 Article ITALIAN V. LLAGERS. Page 1 of 1 Article A SONG, Page 1 of 1
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Prologue To The Wandering Jew.
PROLOGUE TO THE WANDERING JEW .
JN former times , the pr . Iogue , we are told , Would all the myst ' ry of the scene unfold ; But modern poets , wiser fur than they , With care conceal the plot of every play : So close . Hid leng they keep i : —cunning elves ! You'd almost swear 'twas , hidden from tiem-selves .
Just so , our bard ; as sly wi'hholdsthe clue , And leaves it all to fortune and to you . If plot you find , he hopes you will not scout it— - If none you find , he hopes you'll do without it . From life he draws ! " From life "—I hear yon
say'What argues then the titls of his play ? e He sure v . ho I iv'd before the flood will find 'All strange to him , as he to all mankind ?' But wherefore should our belles create surprize , [ eyes Because their . nameless beauties meet his When he must oft have seen ( I vow no jest )
Our Mother Eve , e ' en full as little dress'd ? Then for cur beaux ( though he's of ancient date ) With hair allcropr , down hanging lank and straight—To me they look for all the world ; . s good As if . with-hiiTi—they'd risen from the flood . [ MaAes- a motion us if rising one of . be wa . ' erl . Their language too , peculiar to their sect ,
In odd , quaint , ali-tongued , no tongucd phrases deckt—To understand , though we may not be able . He ' s wel ) prepar'd—ibrhe hasbeen at Babel . A truceto joke—for , af er all , 'lis true lie has o'erieapt the bounds that nature drew : [ you , Yet seek the real cause , and 'twill appease Think Ihat his only motive was id please ¦ you .
Thus mann d , nis liitlcbark equipt , yousee , Hope rules the helm , and pushes out with glee . Should the dread winds from yondercavem burst , ' iPoinihr ij the Pic . ' l Drive hissing through his shrouds a furious gust—In vain lair Hope Iter anchor casts below , to
For down DAVY ' LOCKED , ' down they go .. But should the Gods assume a milder form , [ To the Gal ' eries . 2 And with propitious beam :. dispel thes-orm ; He'il try each lack , each grateful breeze he'll court , Huzza ! and sail triumphant into port .
Italian V. Llagers.
ITALIAN V . LLAGERS .
rKOM THE OPJElil OF THE
AIR . — ISArLL . WHEN with wi-hes soft and terder , Love has once the hear itnpress'd ,. Forc'd its freedom to surrender . Never shall it hope 10 real . Never mere to taa eat' pleasure , Is rbetvinnt ' s stern decree ; Yet to deem each sigh a treasure ,
Dearer far than liberty . AIR . —LORENZO . THY halcyon calm , oh Peace ! impart , Giveallniydaysrepo . se ; . Aud when from earth my soul iha \] parti Thy hand my eye-lids close ! But if in danger ' s wild alarm , Where fear and ruingrow
, , Mv native .-oil demand an arm To chace tb' invading foe , Aloud , around , Let battle sound ! Amid the thronging host I fly , in arms to conquer or to dte !
A Song,
A SONG ,
" The Cock-Lairds of Kirtle side , " WAD ye ha ' ea man that's proud , Wi' poverty by his side ; Seek him through the borders blood , 'Mang Cock Lairds on Xinle side . Wad ye ha ' e a man to drii- ; k , ENTITLED
Wt niL-.-kle swearing by his side ; Ye'll find them that can curse and sink 'ivlang the Cock Lairds o' lCirtle side . Wad ye ha ' e a man to fight , Or for to vide your powny dead ; Ye'll find the man that sui ' ts ye right 'Mang the Cocklairds of Kirtle side . Wad ha ' e a man for Law
ye Ye may seek him fur unci wide ; And ne \ c ' rlind him till ye fa ' 'Mang ilw Cock Lairds o' Kirtle side . Wad ye ha'e a man to poach , O ' er moss and muir for to ride ; Ye'll soon , by poaching , put tip such 'Mang the Cocklairds o'Kirtle side . But wad ye see the Nation thrive
, An ' peopl'd bv a bastard breed ; . Ye'll find them roaring , al ! alive , 'Mang the Cock Lauds o' Kirtle side . Wad ye ha ' e the lasses gay , Soft and yielding , never chide ; Ye'll find them sporting all like May , 'Mang the Cock Lairds o' Kirtle side . Wad Ladies ha'e their names defii'd ,
For that they ha'e na lang to bide , Ere m : my swear they are ' wi ' child To Cock Lairds o' Kirtle side . Such friendship , clanship , fei'ds , and blow ' , A mang the ; e gent r . y doth abide , No stranger e ' er will live , that knows The Cock Lairds o' Kirtle side . E . S ,
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Prologue To The Wandering Jew.
PROLOGUE TO THE WANDERING JEW .
JN former times , the pr . Iogue , we are told , Would all the myst ' ry of the scene unfold ; But modern poets , wiser fur than they , With care conceal the plot of every play : So close . Hid leng they keep i : —cunning elves ! You'd almost swear 'twas , hidden from tiem-selves .
Just so , our bard ; as sly wi'hholdsthe clue , And leaves it all to fortune and to you . If plot you find , he hopes you will not scout it— - If none you find , he hopes you'll do without it . From life he draws ! " From life "—I hear yon
say'What argues then the titls of his play ? e He sure v . ho I iv'd before the flood will find 'All strange to him , as he to all mankind ?' But wherefore should our belles create surprize , [ eyes Because their . nameless beauties meet his When he must oft have seen ( I vow no jest )
Our Mother Eve , e ' en full as little dress'd ? Then for cur beaux ( though he's of ancient date ) With hair allcropr , down hanging lank and straight—To me they look for all the world ; . s good As if . with-hiiTi—they'd risen from the flood . [ MaAes- a motion us if rising one of . be wa . ' erl . Their language too , peculiar to their sect ,
In odd , quaint , ali-tongued , no tongucd phrases deckt—To understand , though we may not be able . He ' s wel ) prepar'd—ibrhe hasbeen at Babel . A truceto joke—for , af er all , 'lis true lie has o'erieapt the bounds that nature drew : [ you , Yet seek the real cause , and 'twill appease Think Ihat his only motive was id please ¦ you .
Thus mann d , nis liitlcbark equipt , yousee , Hope rules the helm , and pushes out with glee . Should the dread winds from yondercavem burst , ' iPoinihr ij the Pic . ' l Drive hissing through his shrouds a furious gust—In vain lair Hope Iter anchor casts below , to
For down DAVY ' LOCKED , ' down they go .. But should the Gods assume a milder form , [ To the Gal ' eries . 2 And with propitious beam :. dispel thes-orm ; He'il try each lack , each grateful breeze he'll court , Huzza ! and sail triumphant into port .
Italian V. Llagers.
ITALIAN V . LLAGERS .
rKOM THE OPJElil OF THE
AIR . — ISArLL . WHEN with wi-hes soft and terder , Love has once the hear itnpress'd ,. Forc'd its freedom to surrender . Never shall it hope 10 real . Never mere to taa eat' pleasure , Is rbetvinnt ' s stern decree ; Yet to deem each sigh a treasure ,
Dearer far than liberty . AIR . —LORENZO . THY halcyon calm , oh Peace ! impart , Giveallniydaysrepo . se ; . Aud when from earth my soul iha \] parti Thy hand my eye-lids close ! But if in danger ' s wild alarm , Where fear and ruingrow
, , Mv native .-oil demand an arm To chace tb' invading foe , Aloud , around , Let battle sound ! Amid the thronging host I fly , in arms to conquer or to dte !
A Song,
A SONG ,
" The Cock-Lairds of Kirtle side , " WAD ye ha ' ea man that's proud , Wi' poverty by his side ; Seek him through the borders blood , 'Mang Cock Lairds on Xinle side . Wad ye ha ' e a man to drii- ; k , ENTITLED
Wt niL-.-kle swearing by his side ; Ye'll find them that can curse and sink 'ivlang the Cock Lairds o' lCirtle side . Wad ye ha ' e a man to fight , Or for to vide your powny dead ; Ye'll find the man that sui ' ts ye right 'Mang the Cocklairds of Kirtle side . Wad ha ' e a man for Law
ye Ye may seek him fur unci wide ; And ne \ c ' rlind him till ye fa ' 'Mang ilw Cock Lairds o' Kirtle side . Wad ye ha'e a man to poach , O ' er moss and muir for to ride ; Ye'll soon , by poaching , put tip such 'Mang the Cocklairds o'Kirtle side . But wad ye see the Nation thrive
, An ' peopl'd bv a bastard breed ; . Ye'll find them roaring , al ! alive , 'Mang the Cock Lauds o' Kirtle side . Wad ye ha ' e the lasses gay , Soft and yielding , never chide ; Ye'll find them sporting all like May , 'Mang the Cock Lairds o' Kirtle side . Wad Ladies ha'e their names defii'd ,
For that they ha'e na lang to bide , Ere m : my swear they are ' wi ' child To Cock Lairds o' Kirtle side . Such friendship , clanship , fei'ds , and blow ' , A mang the ; e gent r . y doth abide , No stranger e ' er will live , that knows The Cock Lairds o' Kirtle side . E . S ,