R. J.
From Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine.
May, 1819.
Sir John Suckling also wrote what is, perhaps, the finest ballad in the English language, A Ballad upon a Wedding, this appears to have escaped parody. An imitation of it, however, is contained in Elegant Extracts from the British Poets, 1824. It is entitled Aylesbury Races, and is attributed to Sir J. H. Moore; it is very long, and does not sufficiently follow its original to entitle it to a place in this collection.
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THE MAD SHEPHERDESS.[40]
My lodging is on the cold ground,
And very hard is my fare;
But that which troubles me most is
The unkindness of my dear;
Yet still I cry, O turn love,