Give a rouse: here’s, in Hell’s despite now,King Charles!Who gave me the goods that went since?Who raised me the house that sank once?Who helped me to gold I spent since?Who found me in wine you drank once?(Chorus)King Charles, and who’ll do him right now?King Charles, and who’s ripe for fight now?Give a rouse: here’s, in…
In this my singing.For the stars help me, and the sea bears part;The very night is clingingCloser to Venice’ streets to leave one spaceAbove me, whence thy faceMay light my joyous heart to thee its dwelling-place._She speaks_.Say after me, and try to sayMy very words, as if each wordCame from you of your own accord,In…
Then to his poor trade he turned,Whereby the daily meal was earned.Hard he laboured, long and well;O’er his work the boy’s curls fell.But ever, at each period,He stopped and sang, “Praise God!”Then back again his curls he threw,And cheerful turned to work anew.Said Blaise, the listening monk, “Well done;“I doubt not thou art heard, my…
Will they pass to where–by death, fools think, imprisoned–Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,–Pity me?Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!What had I on earth to doWith the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel–Being–who?One who never turned his back…
As one at first believes?Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitterAbout your cottage eaves!II.And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,I noticed that, to-day;One day more bursts them open fully—You know the red turns grey.III.To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?May I take your hand in mine?Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merestKeep much that I…
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leavesAnd strew them where Pauline may pass.She will not turn aside? Alas!Let them lie. Suppose they die?The chance was they might take her eye.II.How many a month I strove to suitThese stubborn fingers to the lute!To-day I venture all I know.She will not hear my music? So!Break the…
Need I hope to see his faceAs before.Once his love grown chill,Mine may strive:Bitterly we re-embrace,Single still.II.Was it something said,Something done,Vexed him? was it touch of hand,Turn of head?Strange! that very wayLove begun:I as little understandLove’s decay.III.When I sewed or drew,I recallHow he looked as if I sung,—Sweetly too.If I spoke a word,First of allUp…
Sit down and all shall happen as you wish.You turn your face, but does it bring your heart?I’ll work then for your friend’s friend, never fear,Treat his own subject after his own way,Fix his own time, accept too his own price,And shut the money into this small handWhen next it takes mine. Will it? tenderly?Oh,…
Strive nor weep:All be as before, Love,—Only sleep!II.What so wild as words are?I and thouIn debate, as birds are,Hawk on bough!III.See the creature stalkingWhile we speak!Hush and hide the talking,Cheek on cheek!IV.What so false as truth is,False to thee?Where the serpent’s tooth isShun the tree—V.Where the apple reddensNever pry—Lest we lose our Edens,Eve and I.VI.Be…
His very serviceable suit of blackWas courtly once and conscientious still,And many might have worn it, though none did:The cloak that somewhat shone and showed the threadsHad purpose, and the ruff, significance.He walked and tapped the pavement with his cane,Scenting the world, looking it full in face,An old dog, bald and blindish, at his heels.They…
