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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jemmy Dawson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ballad. Written about the time of his execution, in the year 1745.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come listen to my mournful tale,<br>Ye tender hearts and lovers dear!<br>Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh,<br>Nor need you blush to shed a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou dear Kitty! peerless maid!<br>Do thou a pensive ear incline;<br>For thou canst weep at every woe,<br>And pity every plaint-but mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Dawson was a gallant boy,<br>A brighter never trod the plain;<br>And well he loved one charming maid,<br>And dearly was he loved again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One tender maid, she loved him dear;<br>Of gentle blood the damsel came;<br>And faultless was her beauteous form,<br>And spotless was her virgin fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But curse on party's hateful strife,<br>That led the favour'd youth astray;<br>The day the rebel clans appear'd-<br>O had he never seen that day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their colours and their sash he wore,<br>And in the fatal dress was found;<br>And now he must that death endure<br>Which gives the brave the keenest wound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How pale was then his true love's cheek,<br>When Jemmy's sentence reach'd her ear!<br>For never yet did Alpine snows<br>So pale, or yet so chill appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With faltering voice she, weeping, said,<br>'O Dawson! monarch of my heart!<br>Think not thy death shall end our loves,<br>For thou and I will never part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet might sweet mercy find a place,<br>And bring relief to Jemmy's woes,<br>O George! without a prayer for thee,<br>My orisons should never close.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The gracious prince that gave him life,<br>Would crown a never-dying flame;<br>And every tender babe I bore<br>Should learn to lisp the giver's name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But though he should be dragg'd in scorn<br>To yonder ignominious tree;<br>He shall not want one constant friend<br>To share the cruel Fates' decree.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! then her mourning coach was call'd;<br>The sledge moved slowly on before;<br>Though borne in a triumphal car,<br>She had not loved her favourite more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She follow'd him, prepared to view<br>The terrible behests of law;<br>And the last scene of Jemmy's woes,<br>With calm and steadfast eye she saw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Distorted was that blooming face,<br>Which she had fondly loved so long;<br>And stifled was that tuneful breath,<br>Which in her praise had sweetly sung:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sever'd was that beauteous neck,<br>Round which her arms had fondly closed;<br>And mangled was that beauteous breast,<br>On which her lovesick head reposed:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ravish'd was that constant heart,<br>She did to every heart prefer;<br>For though it could its king forget,<br>'Twas true and loyal still to her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amid those unrelenting flames<br>She bore this constant heart to see;<br>But when 'twas moulder'd into dust,<br>'Yet, yet,' she cried, 'I follow thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My death, my death alone can show<br>The pure, the lasting love I bore<br>Accept, O Heaven! of woes like ours,<br>And let us, let us weep no more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dismal scene was o'er and past,<br>The lover's mournful hearse retired;<br>The maid drew back her languid head,<br>And, sighing forth his name, expired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though justice ever must prevail,<br>The tear my Kitty sheds is due;<br>For seldom shall she hear a tale<br>So sad, so tender, yet so true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</a><div class=q>
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Come listen to my mournful tale,
Ye tender hearts and lovers dear!
Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh,
Nor need you blush to shed a tear.

And thou dear Kitty! peerless maid!
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