Oh hasten to her bower,And chide my love for staying:Tell her, with anxious hopeMy faithful heart is beating,That long, long time hath pastThe still sweet hour of meeting.Ray of the patient moon,That floatest on the billow,Shine through her lattice high,And beam upon her pillow:Tell her that truth and loveA weary round are beating,While Rosa, wrapt…
To dance beneath thy gentle light,To many a merry tune;We come, whilst thou in thoughtful sheenArt beaming from the blue,In wild wood lone, and meadow green,To tread the mellow dew!And pledge at midnight’s solemn noonA health to thee, O harvest moon!Whilst thou alone dost beam on high,In jolly groups we pass,Among the sheaves of corn…
Who, for the advancement of his kind.Is wiser than his time.For him the hemlock shall distil;For him the axe be bared;For him the gibbet shall be built;For him the stake prepared.Him shall the scorn and wrath of menPursue with deadly aim;And malice, envy, spite, and lies,ShaU desecrate his name.But Truth shall conquer at the last.For…
For the bliss of life is loving,Ere the days of youth are flownAnd old age is Love’s undoing,Passion fades away with time,So we’ll go again a-wooing,While our hearts are in their prime.So we’ll go again a-wooing, &c. &c.The frowns of Fortune grieve us,And Ambition is a cheat,And the lures of Hope deceive us,Though her visions…
Away we go to the mountain’s height,To chase the swift gazelle;To chase afar the savage wolf,Or light and bounding roe,O’er slippery steep, o’er ravine deep,With merry hearts we go.While Echo still,From some far hill,Repeats our glad hallo!Hallo!Where heart-inspiring danger dwells,With fearless feet we roam,And nimbly bound o’er craggy dells,Where babbling waters foam.O’er trackless wilds, at…
Which no returning morrowShall ever callFrom the darksome pall,To beam upon our sorrow!Moan! Moan!O’er his dwelling lone,As ye heap the clod above him:Dead! Dead!His soul hath fledFrom the hearts that lived to love him!Wail! Wail!Though our tears be vain,For the soul in glory shining!Yet how can thoseWho have seen his closeForbear for awhile repining?Moan! Moan!O’er…
A passing stranger scooped a well,Where weary men might turn;He walled it in and hung with careA ladle at the brink;He thought not of the deed he did,But judged that all might drink.He passed again, and lo! the well,By summer never dried,Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues,And saved a life beside.A nameless man, amid a…
And lead the wanderer back in dreamsTo his woodland cot, and his native streams,And his long-expecting mate.We come! We come!To the pillow of him oppressed,And send him a slumber deep and calm,And pour in visions a healing balmTo his wounded and aching breastWe come! We come!To the prisoner’s dungeon deep,And if he be innocent, pay…
He worked and sang from morn till night –No lark more blithe than he;And this the burden of his songForever used to be:‘I envy nobody – no, not I –And nobody envies me!’‘Thou’rt wrong, my friend,’ said good King Hal,‘As wrong as wrong can be;For could my heart be light as thine,I’d gladly change with…
And the piping blast sings wearily,O! sweet is the mirthOf the social hearth,Where the flames are blazing cheerily.The moonbeam brightOf the summer nightShineth but sad and wearily,But jolly’s the glowWhere the wine-cups flow,And the bright fire blazes cheerily.Let the storms without,In their midnight rout,Howl through the casement drearily,We’re merry within,Round the blazing linn,Where the wine-cup…
