‘Under whose cover‘The maid and her lover‘Plighted their troth and their constancy?’O the winter nights were bleak and dreary,The storms of summer were fierce and free;Its trunk is shattered,Its branches are scattered,O! withered and dead is that green bay tree!‘Where are the lovers who courted its shadow,‘Where, oh where, may those fond ones be?‘The troth…
Whose stream to the dark sea foaming,Was bright in the red sunshine:And she wept in bitter sorrow,As faded the sun’s last ray,And sadly she thought of the morrow,For her love was far away!They’ve bartered the maid and sold herFor empty and pitiless pride,And morning’s first beam must behold herA cold and unwilling bride.With the white…
To measure alone his weary roundOn the gloomy castle-keep.But we, merry men, in the pathless woods,Where the nimble wild deer run,We rise when we will, and we sleep when we can,And we bend the knee to none.O! a merry, merry life is ours, I ween;At morn in the forests free,And quaffing at e’en the jolly…
I’ve braided a wreath of the fairest flowersThat ever were fed by the spring-time showers.Or nursed by the summer shining.Short, but lovely, their lives have been,Like his in the damp sod sleeping,And I strew them now on the hillock green,Where a mournful watch I’m keeping.Alder tree! O alder tree!Is it a voice of sorrowThat sighs…
By the fierce red light of his furnace brightThe strokes of his hammer rung;And he lifted high his brawny handOn the iron glowing clear,Till the sparks rush’d out in scarlet showers,As he fashion’d the sword and spear.And he sang – ‘Hurrah for my handiwork!Hurrah for the spear and sword!Hurrah for the hand that shall wield…
Let young hearts meetIn converse sweet,At twilight’s time, in the summer weather:By the pale light of the thoughtful moon,When all is hushed, save the sighing breeze;In a still and balmy night of June,Under the leaves of the linden trees.There song shall awake its softest tones,Opening all the soul to pleasure;At silent eveOur feet shall weaveThe…
And my mocassin leaves no tell-tale print,As I come to visit thee.O! swift is my foot on the war-path, love,And fleet on the red deer’s trail,But swifter far when at eve I comeTo visit my maiden pale.When the sun shines from a sky serene,It ripens the tall fruit tree;O! maid that wast born in the…
That sendest the hind to his cottage fire,And givest the weary rest!Star! O gentle star!Beacon of dreams and sleep!I lie me downOn the cold heath brown,To gaze on thy light and weep!I weep, O quiet star,With a grief that shall not depart,For thou wakest the thoughts of times gone by,And bringest them to my heart:When…
And Darkness, on his ebon car,Spread his black wings, and fled afar;The dun clouds opened with affright,And hailed the burst of life and light!”Tis light! ’tis light!’ the mountains rung,”Tis light! ’tis light!’ the valleys sung!The stars beheld its dawning bright,The spheres confessed the Godhead’s might,While Nature’s universal voiceProclaimed aloud, ‘Rejoice! rejoice!’
When the young bird sings from its leafy nest,How happy it sleeps on its loved one’s breast;How sweet to roam at beauty’s side,Through glens and dells and woodlands wide;How sweet to sit by a fountain clear,And whisper love to a maiden’s ear!O! the merry Spring! the bright, bright Spring,What joys she shakes from her flowery…
