If thou dost bid thy friend farewell,
But for one night though that farewell may be,
Press thou his hand in thine.
How canst thou tell how far from thee
Fate or caprice may lead his steps ere that to-morrow comes?
Men have been known to lightly turn the corner of a street,
And days have grown to months, and months to lagging years,
Ere...
-
-
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde,
That from the nunnerie
Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde,
To warre and armes I flee.True, a new mistresse now I chase.—
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith imbrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.Yet this inconstancy is such
As you, too, shall adore;... -
“farewell! farewell!” is often heard
From the lips of those who part:
’T is a whispered tone,—’t is a gentle word,
But it springs not from the heart.
It may serve for the lover’s closing lay,
To be sung ’neath a summer sky;
But give to me the lips that say
The honest words, “Good-bye!”“Adieu! adieu!” may greet the ear,...
-
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I ’ll pledge thee;
Warring sighs and groans I ’ll wage thee.
Who shall say that fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu’ twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.I ’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy...
-
O, My Luve ’s like a red, red rose
That ’s newly sprung in June:
O, my Luve ’s like the melodie
That ’s sweetly played in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the... -
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, O, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
[Greek]. 1By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes... -
Summoned from His Bride by the “Fiery Cross of Roderick Dhu”
From “The Lady of the Lake”THE HEATH this night must be my bed,
The bracken curtain for my head,
My lullaby the warder’s tread,
Far, far from love and thee, Mary;
To-morrow eve, more stilly laid
My couch may be my bloody plaid,
My vesper song, thy wail, sweet maid!... -
All in the Downs the fleet was moored,
The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed Susan came aboard;
“O, where shall I my true-love find?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true
If my sweet William sails among the crew.”William, who high upon the yard
Rocked with the billow to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice... -
From the Chinese by William. R. Alger
SHE says, “The cock crows,—hark!”
He says, “No! still ’t is dark.”She says, “The dawn grows bright,”
He says, “O no, my Light.”She says, “Stand up and say,
Gets not the heaven gray?”He says, “The morning star
Climbs the horizon’s bar.”She says, “Then quick depart:
... -
Farewell to Lochaber! and farewell, my Jean,
Where heartsome with thee I hae mony day been;
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We ’ll maybe return to Lochaber no more!
These tears that I shed they are a’ for my dear,
And no for the dangers attending on wear,
Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore,
Maybe to return to...