Poems you ought to know . 215. SONG FROM MARMION. BY SIR WALTER SCOTT. iWhere shall the lover rest, Whom the fates severFrom his true maidens breast, Parted forever?Where through groves deep and high. Sounds the far billow,Where early violets die, Under the willow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving;There, while the tempests sway. Scarce are boughs thy rest shalt thou take. Parted again to wake, Never, O, never! Where shall the traitor rest. He, the deceiver,Who could win maidens breast, Ruin and leave her?In the lost battle. Borne down by the fly
Poems you ought to know . 215. SONG FROM MARMION. BY SIR WALTER SCOTT. iWhere shall the lover rest, Whom the fates severFrom his true maidens breast, Parted forever?Where through groves deep and high. Sounds the far billow,Where early violets die, Under the willow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving;There, while the tempests sway. Scarce are boughs thy rest shalt thou take. Parted again to wake, Never, O, never! Where shall the traitor rest. He, the deceiver,Who could win maidens breast, Ruin and leave her?In the lost battle. Borne down by the flying,Where mingles wars rattle With groans of the dying. Her wing shall the eagle the false hearted. 216 His warm blood the wolf shall lap. Eer life be and dishonor sit By his grave ever;Blessing shall hallow it— Never, O, never!
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