Marmion . lay,To speed the lingering night away ? We slumber by the fire. — VIII. So please you, thus the youth rejoined, Our choicest minstrels left may we hope to please your ear,Accustomed Constants strains to harp full deftly can he wake the lovers lute alike ;To dear Saint Valentine, no thrushSings livelier from a spring-tido nightingale her lovelorn tuneMore sweetly warbles to the to the cause, whateer it from us his melody,Lavished on rocks, and billows stern,Or duller monks of must I venture as I sing his
Marmion . lay,To speed the lingering night away ? We slumber by the fire. — VIII. So please you, thus the youth rejoined, Our choicest minstrels left may we hope to please your ear,Accustomed Constants strains to harp full deftly can he wake the lovers lute alike ;To dear Saint Valentine, no thrushSings livelier from a spring-tido nightingale her lovelorn tuneMore sweetly warbles to the to the cause, whateer it from us his melody,Lavished on rocks, and billows stern,Or duller monks of must I venture as I sing his favorite roundelay. IX. A mellow voice Fitz-Eustace air he chose was wild and sad;Such have I heard, in Scottish land, CANTO III. THE HOSTEL, OB INN. 117 Rise from the busy harvest band,When falls before the mountaineer,On Lowland plains, the ripened one shrill voice the notes a wild chorus swells the song:Oft have I listened, and stood still,As it came softened up the hill,. And deemed it the lament of menWho languished for their native glen;And thought how sad would be such Susquehannas swampy ground,Kentuckys wood-encumbered brake,Or wild Ontarios boundless lake,Where heart-sick exiles, in the fair Scotlands hills affain! 118 MAEMION. CANTO iii. SONG. Where sliall the lover rest, Whom the fates severFrom his true maidens breast, Parted forever ?Where, through groves deep and higli, Sounds the far early violets die, Under the willow. CHORUS. Eleu loro^ ^c. Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving;There, while the tempests sway. Scarce arc boughs waving;There, thy rest shalt thou take. Parted again to wake. Never, 0 never! CHORUS. Eleu loro, ^c. Never, 0 never! XI. Where shall the traitor rest, lie, the deceiver,Who could win maidens breast. Ruin, and leave lier ?In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, CANTO III. THE HOSTEL, OR INN. 119 Where mingles
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