Elena's Song
by Sir Henry Taylor (1800–1866) English
Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife
To heart of neither wife nor maid—
Lead we not here a jolly life
Betwixt the shine and shade?
Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife
To tongue of neither wife nor maid—
Thou wagg'st, but I am worn with strife,
And feel like flowers that fade.
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From “Philip Van Artevelde”
THE HEART of man, walk in which way it will,
Sequestered or frequented, smooth or rough, …
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ATHULF.— Appeared
The princess with that merry child Prince Guy:
He loves me well, and made her stop and sit, …
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From “Edwin the Fair”
THIS life, and all that it contains, to him
Is but a tissue of illuminous dreams …
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From “Edwin the Fair”
THE TALE was this:
The wind, when first he rose and went abroad …
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