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AFTON WATER Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stockdove whose echo resounds through the glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills ! There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow ! There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ! How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave ! Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
: 0, SAW YE BONNIE LESLEY?
O, SAW ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the border ?
To spread her conquests farther.
And love but her forever;
And ne'er made sic anither!
Thy subjects we, before thee ;
The hearts o' men adore thee.
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look into thy bonnie face,
And say, “I canna wrang thee !"
Misfortune sha' na steer thee;
That ill they 'll ne'er let near thee.
Return to Caledonie !
'Tis sweet to hear, At midnight on the blue and moonlit deep, The song and oar of Adria's gondolier,
By distance mellow'd, o'er the waters sweep; 'T is sweet to see the evening star appear;
'T is sweet to listen as the night-winds creep From leaf to leaf; 't is sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. "T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 'T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come. 'T is sweet to be awakened by the lark,
Or lull’d by falling waters; sweet the hum
In Bacchanal profusion reel to earth,
From civic revelry to rural mirth;
Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth;
'T is sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels,
By blood or ink; 't is sweet to put an end To strife ; 't is sometimes sweet to have our quarrels,
Particularly with a tiresome friend;
Dear is the helpless creature we defend
But sweeter still than this, than these, than all,
Is first and passionate love, – it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall ;
The tree of knowledge has been plucked, - all 's known, And life yields nothing further to recall
Worthy of this ambrosial sin, so shown,
LORD BYRON (Don Juan).
HOW DO I LOVE THEE?
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
ASK ME NO MORE
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape
Ask me no more.
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye :
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die !
Ask me no more.
I strove against the stream, and all in vain :
Let the great river take me to the main :
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (The Princess).
AE FOND KISS BEFORE WE PART
Ae fareweel, alas, forever!
THE DEPARTURE AND on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold; And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old. Across the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim, And deep into the dying day,
The happy princess follow'd him. “I'd sleep another hundred years,
O love, for such another kiss ;” “O, wake forever, love,” she hears,
“O love, 't was such as this and this ;” And o'er them many a silding star,
And many a merry wind was borne,
The twilight melted into morn.
“O eyes long laid in happy sleep!”.
“O happy sleep, that lightly fled !”
“O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!” “O love, thy kiss would wake the dead !” And o'er them many a flowing range
Of vapor buoy'd the crescent bark; And, rapt through many a rosy change,
The twilight died into the dark. A hundred summers ! can it be ?
And whither goest thou, tell me where ? “O, seek my father's court with me,
For there are greater wonders there.”
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (The Day-Dream).
Let time and chance combine ;
The past is filed and gone ;
The saddest tears must fall;
A long road full of pain;
Hard fate will not allow;