Kath'rine! to many an hour of mine ADELGITHA. THE ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded, She wept, delivered from her danger; "For he is in a foreign far land Whose arms should now have set me free; And I must wear the willow garland For him that's dead or false to me." "Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!" SONG. Он, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind! And sing Woe's me-Woe's me! Love's a boundless burning waste, Suspense's thorns, Suspicion's stings; That's sweet-even when we sigh" Woe's me!" THE RITTER BANN. THE Ritter Bann from Hungary While other knights held revels, he Slow paced his lonely room. There entered one whose face he knew,- He oft at mass had listened to 'Twas the abbot of St. James's monks, But seeing with him an ancient dame "Ha! nurse of her that was my bane, I wish it blotted from my brain : "Sir Knight," the abbot interposed, "This case your ear demands;" And the crone cried, with a cross enclosed In both her trembling hands : "Remember, each his sentence waits; Sweet Mercy's suit, on him the gates "You wedded, undispensed by Church, "Her house denounced your marriage-band, Betrothed her to De Grey, And the ring you put upon her hand "Then wept your Jane upon my neck, "You were not there; and 'twas their threat, "I had a son, a sea-boy, in A ship at Hartland Bay ; By his aid from her cruel kin I bore my bird away. "To Scotland from the Devon's Green myrtle shores we fled; And the Hand that sent the ravens "She wrote you by my son, but he "For they that wronged you, to elude "To die but at your feet, she vowed To roam the world; and we Would both have sped and begged our bread, But so it might not be. "For when the snow-storm beat our roof, Who grew as fair your likeness proof ""Twas smiling on that babe one morn "She shunned him, but he raved of Jane, Who came to us in high disdain,— "Has witched my boy to wish for one "Her anger sore dismayed us, For our mite was wearing scant, And, unless that dame would aid us, There was none to aid our want. "So I told her, weeping bitterly, "And she housed us both, when, cheerfully, My child to her had sworn, That even if made a widow, she Here paused the nurse, and then began The abbot, standing by :"Three months ago a wounded man' To our abbey came to die. "He heard me long, with ghastly eyes Speak of the worm that never dies, "At last by what this scroll attests "There lived,' he said, 'a fair young dame Beneath my mother's roof; I loved her, but against my flame "I feigned repentance, friendship pure; That mood she did not check, But let her husband's miniature Be copied from her neck, "As means to search him; my deceit Nought but his picture's counterfeit, |