sheet of two leaves), B (a half-sheet of four
leaves), and C (a full sheet of eight leaves), each inset within the
other.

Issued in bright green paper wrappers, with untrimmed edges, and with the
title-page reproduced upon the front. The leaves measure 8.5 x 6.875
inches.

Thirty Copies only were printed.

_Contents_.

PAGE

MOLLIE CHARANE. [_O_, _Mollie Charane_, _where got you 5
your gold_?]

Previously printed in _Once a Week_, vol. vi, 1862, pp.
38-39.

THE DANES OF YORE. [_Well we know from saga_] 8

A SURVEY OF DEATH. [_My blood is freezing_, _my senses 11
reel_]

Another version of this poem was printed in _The Monthly
Magazine_, vol. lvi, 1823, p. 245; and reprinted (with
some small textual variations) in _Romantic Ballads_,
1826, pp. 169-170. As the poem is a short one, and as
the two versions afford a happy example of the drastic
changes Borrow introduced into his text when revising his
Ballads, I give them both in full:

1823

_Perhaps_ '_tis folly_, _but still I feel_
_My heart-strings quiver_, _my senses reel_,
_Thinking how like a fast stream we range_,
_Nearer and nearer to life's dread change_,
_When soul and spirit filter away_,
_And leave nothing better than senseless clay_.

_Yield_, _beauty_, _yield_, _for the grave does
gape_,
_And_, _horribly alter'd_, _reflects thy shape_;
_For_, _oh_! _think not those childish charms_
_Will rest unrifled in his cold arms_;
_And think not there_, _that the rose of love_
_Will bloom on thy features as here above_.

_Let him who roams at Vanity Fair_
_In robes that rival the tulip's glare_,
_Think on the chaplet of leaves which round_
_His fading forehead will soon be bound_,
_And on each dirge the priests will say_
_When his cold corse is borne away_,

_Let him who seeketh for wealth_, _uncheck'd_
_By fear of labour_, _let him reflect_
_That yonder gold will brightly shine_
_When he has perish'd_, _with all his line_;
_Tho' man may rave_, _and vainly boast_,
_We are but ashes when at the most_.

1913

_My blood is freezing_, _my senses reel_,
_So horror stricken at heart I feel_;
_Thinking how like a fast