And what though winter will pinch severe

Taste not when the wine-cup glistens;Speak not when the people listens;Stop thine ear against the singer;From the red gold keep thy finger;Vacant heart and hand and eye,Easy live and quiet die.

I.O, will you hear a knightly tale of old Bohemian day,It was the noble Moringer in wedlock bed he lay;He halsed and kiss’d his dearest dame, that was as sweet as May,And said, ‘Now, lady of my heart, attend the words I say.II.”Tis I have vow’d a pilgrimage unto a distant shrine,And I must seek…

Thin wreaths of cottage-smoke are upward curl’dFrom the lone hamlet, which her inland bayAnd circling mountains sever from the world.And there the fisherman his sail unfurl’d,The goat-herd drove his kids to steep Ben-Ghoil,Before the hut the dame her spindle twirl’d,Courting the sunbeam as she plied her toil, –For, wake where’er he may, Man wakes to…

And she would marry a Scottish knight,For Love will still be lord of all.Blithely they saw the rising sunWhen he shone fair on Carlisle wall;But they were sad ere day was done,Though Love was still the lord of all.Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine,Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall;Her brother gave but…

At stream and bank, and sky and ground.Thy life its final course has found,And thou must die.Yes, lay thee down,And while thy struggling pulses flutter,Bid the grey monk his soul mass mutter,And the deep bell its death tone utter-Thy life is gone.Be not afraid.‘Tis but a pang, and then a thrill,A fever fit, and then…

‘And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven,’ was still the Soldier’s prayer;‘That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair.’His oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with his sword,And followed to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord;Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry filled the air,‘Be honoured…