Sharp was the frost, the wind was… And sparkling stars bedeckt the sk… Sly Dick in arts of cunning skill… Whose rapine all his pockets fill’… Had laid him down to take his rest

Behold! just coming from above, The judge, with majesty and love! The sky divides, and rolls away, T’admit him through the realms of… The sun, astonished, hides its fac…

No more I hail the morning’s gold… No more the wonders of the view I… Friendship requires a melancholy t… At her command the awful lyre I s… Now as I wander through this leaf…

Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming… Attempt no number of the plaintive… Let me like midnight cats, or Col… If in the trammels of the doleful…

ONNE Ruddeborne bank twa pynyng… Theire teares faste dryppeynge to… Echone bementynge for her absente… Who atte Seyncte Albonns shouke t… The nottebrowne Elinoure to Juga…

OH Truth! immortal daughter of th… Too lyttle known to wryters of the… Teach me, fayre Saincte! hy passy… To blame a friend and give a foema… The fickle moone, bedeckt wythe sy…

MAIE Selynesse on erthes boundes… Maie yt adyghte yn human shape bee… Wote yee, ytt was wyth Edin’s bow… Or quite eraced from the scaunce-l… Whan from the secret fontes the wa…

FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE... The boddynge flourettes bloshes at… The mees be sprenged wyth the yell… Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountay… The nesh yonge coweslepe bendethe…

Recite the loves of Narva and Mor… The priest of Chalma’s triple ido… High from the ground the youthful… Loud on the concave shell the lanc… In all the mystic mazes of the dan…

THE featherd songster chaunticlee… Han wounde hys bugle horne, And tolde the earlie villager The commynge of the morne. Kynge EDWARDE sawe the ruddie…

Mie boolie entes, adiewe: ne more… Of guilden merke shalle mete mie j… Ne moe the sylver noble sheenynge… Shalle fylle mie hande wythe weigh… Ne moe, ne moe, alas, I calle you…

PERSONS REPRESENTED. HAROLDE, bie T. Rowleie, the… GODDWYN, bie Johan de Iscamme. ELWARDE, bie Syrr Thybbot Gor… ALSTAN, bie Syrr Alan de Vere.

STAY, curyous traveller, and pas… Until this fetive pile astounde th… Whole rocks on rocks with yron joy… And okes with okes entremed dispon… This mightie pile, that keeps the…

O God, whose thunder shakes the s… Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will,

O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for m… HOW manie a nobil erle and valrou… In fyghtynge for Kynge Harrold no… Al sleyne in Hastyngs feeld in bl… O sea! our teeming donore han thy…