Nae mair, alas! nae mair I'll see
Young mornin's gowden hair
Oh ! the shearing is all over,
And the wool is coming down,
Buy my flowers -- O buy -- I pray!
The blind girl comes from afar;
THE morn of life is past, And ev'ning comes at last;
But these shall be my great Solemnities,
Orinda's wishes for Cassandra's bliss.
Upon his battlements he stood,
And downward gazed in joyous mood,
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,
We stumbled on a stationary voice,
O God, whose daylight leadeth down
Into the sunless way,
The Twilight to my Star,
Her hoary head
Think of me, when 'mid joy and gladness
They bark glides smoothly down life's tranquil stream.
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
Weary travellers are we,
And our word is briefly spoken;
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,
If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'
How blest, how firm the Statesman stands,
(Him no low intrigue shall move),
Pos de chantar m'es pres talentz,
Farai un vers don sui dolenz:
The Easter brightness fades away;
A chill has numbed the bursting leaf;
Praise to placeless proud ability,
Let the prudent muse disclaim;
I
Fragoletta, blessed one,
I.
"Stop! stop! pretty water,"
They told me it was metal, but I didn't believe a word.
But now I find it's iron of the strongest, finest kind.
And art Thou come with us to dwell,
Our Prince, our Guide, our Love, our Lord?
Two sticks and an apple, Ring the bells at Whitechapel.
Hiding away from the sunlight,
Close by a rippling stream,
Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free;
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day
Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun
Since thou wilt banish me,
A long and last adieu!
WHITE little hands!
Pink little feet!
Thy form was fair, thine eye was bright,
Thy voice was melody;
\(Chant Royal)\
O MIGHTY Queen, our Lady of the fire,
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