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We blessed were as the angels are, –
O SWALLOW, FLYING SOUTH
O, tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,
O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light
O, were I thou, that she might take me in,
Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love,
O, tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown ;
O, tell her, brief is life, but love is long,
O Swallow, flying from the golden woods, Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine, And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (The Princess)
It is the wish'd, the trysted hour !
That make the miser's treasure poor;
A weary slave frae sun to sun,
The lovely Mary Morison.
Yestreen when to the trembling string
The dance gaed through the lighted ha',
I sat, but neither heard nor saw;
And yon the toast of a' the town,
Wha for thy sake wad gladly dee?
Whase only faut is loving thee?
At least be pity to me shown ;
Where early fa's the dew;
Made up the promise true;
And never forget will I;
I 'll lay me doun and die.
She 's breistit like the swan,
Her waist ye weel micht span;
And she has a rolling eye ;
I'll lay me down and die.
JENNY KISSED ME
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad ; * Original version, composed previous to 1688.
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me;
AUF WIEDERSEHEN THE little gate was reached at last,
Half hid in lilacs down the lane; She pushed it wide, and, as she past, A wistful look she backward cast,
And said, — “Auf wiedersehen!”
Lingered reluctant, and again
She said, — "Auf wiedersehen?”
I linger in delicious pain;
Thinks she, — "Auf wiedersehen!”
The turf that silences the lane;
I hear, — "Auf wiedersehen!"
The English words had seemed too fain,
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
To hold me from my proper place,
A little while from his embrace,
And unto meeting when we meet,
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (In Memoriam).
I spent wi' you, my dearie;
How can I be but eerie ?
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary ! It was na sae ye glinted by When I was wi' my dearie.
* LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY THE fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean ; The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
All things by a law divine
Why not I with thine ?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
If it disdain'd its brother.
And the moonbeams kiss the sea :
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
BONNIE MARY Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine,
And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go,
A service to my bonnie lassie ; The boat rocks at the pier o’Leith;
Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry; The ship rides by the Berwick Law,
And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.
The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are ranked ready; The sbouts o' war are heard afar
The battle closes thick and bloody.
It 's not the roar o sea or shore
Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,
I ARISE FROM DREAMS OF THEE
I ARISE from dreams of thee