n-hall

Updated: June 16, 2025

We hang'd our harps and instruments The willow trees upon: For in that place, men, for that use, Had planted many a one. My master then read: I. When sad I sat in B n-hall, All guarded round about, And thought of ev'ry absent friend, The tears for grief burst out. My joys and hopes all overthrown, My heart-strings almost broke, Unfit my mind for melody, Much more to bear a joke.

Samuel Richardson - Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded