Lord Henry and Fair Katherine;
OR, THE
Secret Discovered too Late.
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IN antient times, in BRITAINs
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Isle,
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Lord Henry was well known:
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No Knight in all the land more
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famd,
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Or more deservd renown.
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His thoughs on honour always run
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He neer could bow to love;
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No nymph in all the land had
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charms
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His frozen heart to move.
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Among the nymphs where Kath-
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rine came,
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The fairest face she shews:
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She was as bright as morning sun
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And sweeter than the Rose.
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Altho she was of mean degree,
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She daily conquests gains;
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For neer a youth who her be-
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held,
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Escapd her powerful chains.
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But soon her eyes their lustre lost
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Her cheeks grew pale and wan,
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A pining seizd her lovely form,
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And cures were all in vain.
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The sickness was to all unknown
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That did the fair one waste;
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Her time in sighs and floods of
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tears,
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And broken slumbers past.
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Once in a dream she cryd aloud,
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O Henry! Im undone!
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O cruel fate! O wretched maid!
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Thy love must neer be known.
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Such is the fate of woman-kind,
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They must the truth conceal;
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Ill die ten thousand thousand
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deaths,
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Ere I my love reveal.
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A tender friend that watchd the
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To Henry hied away,
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My Lord, says she, weve found
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the cause
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Of Kathrines quick decay.
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She in a dream the secret told,
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(Till now no mortal knew)
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Alas! she now expiring lies,
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And dies for love of you.
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The genrous Henry heart was
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touchd,
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His heart began to flame:
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Ah poor unhappy maid, he cryd,
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Yet I am not too blame.
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Ah! Kathrine, too, too modest
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maid!
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Thy love I never knew;
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Ill ease your pain-And swift as
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wind,
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To her bed-side he flew.
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Awake! awake! he fondly said,
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Awake! awake! my dear,
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If I had only guessd your love,
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You had not shed a tear:
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Tis Henry calls, complain no
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more,
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Renew thy wonted charms;
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I come to save thee from despair,
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And take thee to my arms.
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His words revivd the dying fair,
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She raisd her drooping head,
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And gazing on the long-lovd
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youth,
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She started from her bed;
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Around his neck her arm she flung
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In extacy, and cryd,
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Will you be kind? will you indeed
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My love!-And so she dyd.
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