From “Œlla: A Tragical Interlude”
First Minstrel.THE BUDDING floweret blushes at the light:
The meads are sprinkled with the yellow hue;
In daisied mantles is the mountain dight;
The slim young cowslip bendeth with the dew;
The trees enleafèd, into...
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O Sing unto my roundelay! Black his hair as the winter night,... |
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, The mystic mazes of thy will, |