In peace, Love tunes the shepherd’s reed;

With the power, to him given, by the saints of heaven,To wash men’s sins away.The Pope he was saying the blessed mass,And the people kneel’d around,And from each man’s soul his sins did pass,As he kiss’d the holy ground.And all, among the crowded throng,Was still, both limb and tongue,While, through vaulted roof and aisles aloof,The…

Thou whose rushing pinions stir ocean to madness,Thou the destroyer of herds, thou the scatterer of navies,Amidst the scream of thy rage,Amidst the scream be loud as the cry of a perishing nation,Though the rushing of thy wings be like the roar of ten thousand waves,Yet hear, in thine ire and thy haste,Hear thou the…

And said I that my blood was cold,And that my kindly fire was fled,And my poor wither’d heart was dead,And that I might not sing of love –How could I to the dearest theme,That ever warm’d a minstrel’s dreamSo foul, so false a recreant prove!How could I name love’s very name,Nor wake my heart to…

And you may gather garlands there,Would grace a summer queen:And as I rode by Dalton Hall,Beneath the turrets high,A Maiden on the castle wallWas singing merrily:—‘O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,And Greta woods are green!I’d rather rove with Edmund thereThan reign our English Queen.’‘If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with meTo leave both tower and…

And we must have labour, and hunger, and pain,Ere we dance with the maids of Dunrossness again.For now, in our trim boats of Noroway deal,We must dance on the waves, with the porpoise and sealThe breeze it shall pipe, so it pipe not too high,And the gull be our songstress whene’er she flits by.Sing on,…

One crowded hour of glorious lifeIs worth an age without a name.