Some strange and treacherous maiden Has won my lover's smile, And revels in the glory That cheer'd my path awhile. Will none, will none console me, While sorrow's torrents flow? For though I'm brown and freckled, Man's faith is but a shadow, I That's scatter'd by the wind. pour my grief in silence, I feed my heart with woe; For though I'm brown and freckled, I'm not forgetful-no! Cancionero de Linares, Böhl, No. 246. "KNIGHT! I must go from hence-must go,— The world will all divine: My girdle is too narrow now,— They'll see my shame-and thine. I cannot look upon my maids, When they my garments bring; I see them wink, and nod their heads, I hear them tittering. So bring me to thy castle home Come, thither let us go, And bid some trusty woman come To help me in my woe!" "O, lady! I'm a peasant lad, And born to guide the ploughThe woman that my mother had, When I was born, have thou.” Böhl, No. 144. ROMANCE. "A cazar va el caballero." THE good knight is a hunting gone, Did cover all that old oak tree. "Be not alarm'd-be not alarm'd, Nor show such terror, knight!" said she; "For I'm the daughter of the queen And the good king of Castillie; A wanderer seven long years to be: 'Tis seven years since that bitter day, 1 And now fulfill'd is that decree. pray thee, for the love of God, To bear me in thy company; And let me be, sir knight, thy wife, Or let me, else, thy mistress be." "O wait, fair lady, till the dawn, My mother she shall counsel me." "A curse upon the false knight fall, But no where could the lady see: O'erpower'd with shame and sorrow he; At last he rose, and these the words He utter'd in his agony: "The knight who loses such a loss, Sore punish'd he deserves to be. Cancionero de Amberes, 1555, II. 144. ROMANCE. "Blanca sois, Señora mia." "O GENTLE lady! thou art fair, Fair as the sunny ray is bright; And fearless and disarm'd at last, In sweetest sleep I'll sleep to-night. For full seven years I bear my arms, And I have never put them down, And, lady, now my skin as black, Black as the smutty coal is grown." "Sleep, soundly sleep, thou valiant knight, Unarm'd and fearless sleep; the count gone to hunt, as he is wont, Is Is gone to hunt on Leon's mount: Remove the helmet from his sconce." While thus they spoke the count return'd, |