. The book of ballads . -^iV KV2 THE BOOK OF BALLADS. By heaven thou shalt not twist ray name into a jingling lay,Or mimic in thy puny song the thunders of Assaye !•Tis hard that for thy lust of place in peace we cannot dine,rsurse, take her Royal Highness here! Sir Robert, pass thewine! *• JNo laureate need we at our board! then ppoke the Lord of Aaux; Heres many a voice to charm the ear \\itli minstrel song, I I myself—Then rose the cry— A song, a song from Brougham !He sang,—and straightway found himself alone within the THE BOOK OF BALLADS. 133 BY T M RE, ESQ. Oh, weep for
. The book of ballads . -^iV KV2 THE BOOK OF BALLADS. By heaven thou shalt not twist ray name into a jingling lay,Or mimic in thy puny song the thunders of Assaye !•Tis hard that for thy lust of place in peace we cannot dine,rsurse, take her Royal Highness here! Sir Robert, pass thewine! *• JNo laureate need we at our board! then ppoke the Lord of Aaux; Heres many a voice to charm the ear \\itli minstrel song, I I myself—Then rose the cry— A song, a song from Brougham !He sang,—and straightway found himself alone within the THE BOOK OF BALLADS. 133 BY T M RE, ESQ. Oh, weep for the hours, when the httle blind boy Held me thrall in the spells of his Paphian bower;When I dippd my light wings in the nectar of joy, And soard in the sunshine, the moth of the hour!From beauty to beauty, I passd hke the wind; Now fondled the hly, now toyd with the rose;And the fair, that at morn had enchanted my mind, AVas forsook for another ere evening-s close. I sighed not for honour, I cared not for fame, While Pleasure sat by me, and Love was my guest;They twined a fresh wreath for each day as it came. And the bosom of Beauty still pillowd my rest:And the harp of my country—neglected it slept— In hall or by greenwood unheard were its songs;From Loves Sybarite dreams I aroused me, and swept Its chords to the tale of her glories and wrongs. But weep for the hour!—Lifes summer is past, And the snow of its winter hes cold on my brow ;And my soul, as it shrinks from each stroke of the blast, Cannot turn to a fire that glow
Size: 2367px × 1056px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthormartintheodoresir1816, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1840
