George Borrow

“ Had extinguished the lamp of his lustre so great.
A shepherd exclaimed: “O ’twas folly that I
My love should bestow upon one never kind,
Upon Siris the lovely, whose cold, cruel mind,
Would suffer unmoved a true lover to die. ”

“ For there, noble Sir, I have ne’er before sat.”
“Though thou ne’er hast placed thee upon my bedside,
Thou hast slept in my arms embraced many a tide.
“My spouse thou shalt be, yea, my heart’s beloved spouse,
And I in thine arms every night will repose.”
p. 8A TALE FROM THE CORNISH
In Lavan’s parish once of yore,
Dwelt on the spot called Tshei an Hor,
A loving couple, man and wife,
But poverty distressed their life. ”

“ Ne’er for the new road leave the old.”
They for another year agree,
The wages just the same to be;
And when the year its end had reached,
The farmer forth the three pounds fetched.
“John,” said his master, “here’s your fee,
But if you’ll it return to me,
p. 10A point of wisdom I will teach you.”
“Give it me, Sir, I do beseech you.”
“For nought I will not speak, not I.”
“Well, take it then,” was John’s reply.
Quoth t’other: “Lodge not, for your life,
With an old man who’s a young wife.” ”