HORACE SMITH. From _The Rejected Addresses_, 1812. ―――― ALBUM VERSES. _By a Fond Lover._ Lovely maid, with rapture swelling, Should these verses meet thine eye, Clouds of absence soft dispelling, Vacant memory heaves a sigh. As the rose, with fragrance weeping, Trembles to the tuneful wave, So my heart shall twine unsleeping, Till it canopies the grave! Though another’s smiles requited, Envious fate my doom should be: Joy for ever disunited, Think, ah! think, at times on me! Oft amid the spicy gloaming, Where the brakes their songs instil, Fond affection silent roaming, Loves to linger by the rill―― There when echo’s voice consoling, Hears the nightingale complain, Gentle sighs my lips controlling, Bind my soul in beauty’s chain. Oft in slumbers deep recesses, I thy mirror’d image see; Fancy mocks the vain caresses, I would lavish like a bee! But how vain is glittering sadness! Hark, I hear distraction’s knell! Torture gilds my heart with madness! Now for ever fare thee well! From _The Comic Latin Grammar_ by Paul Prendergast (Percival Leigh), illustrated by John Leech. London, David Bogue. ――――:o:―――― LORD LOVEL. Lord Lovel he stood at his castle gate, Combing his milk-white steed, When up came Lady Nancy Bell, To wish her lover good speed, speed, speed, Wishing her lover good speed. “Where are you going, Lord Lovel? (she said), Oh, where are you going?” said she; “I’m going, my Lady Nancy Bell, Strange countries for to see, see, see, Strange countries for to see.” “When will you be back, Lord Lovel? (said she) Oh, when will you come back?” said she. “In a year or two, or three at most, I’ll return to my Lady Nancy-cy-cy, I’ll return to my Lady Nancy.” But he had not been gone a year and a day, Strange countries for to see, When languishing thoughts came into his head, Lady Nancy Bell he would go see, see, see, Lady Nancy Bell he would go see. So he rode, and he rode on his milk-white horse, Till he came to London town, When he heard St. Pancras’ church bells ring, And the people all mourning around, round, round, And the people all mourning around. “Oh, what is the matter?” Lord Lovel he said, “Oh, what is the matter?” said he. “A lord’s lady is dead,” an old woman said, “And some call her Lady Nancy-cy-cy, And some call her Lady Nancy.”