Marmion . Our youthful sumnaer oft we seeDance by on wings of game and glee,AVhile the dark storm reserves its rage,Against the winter of our age :As he, the ancient Chief of Trov,His manhood spent in peace and joy ;But Grecian fires, and Ljud alarms,Called ancient Priam forth to happy those, since each nuist drainHis share of pleasure, share of pain,—Then happy those, beloved of Heaven,To whom the mingled cup is given ;AVhose lenient sorrows find joys are chastened bj^ their such a lot, my Skene, was thine,When thou, of late, wert doomed to twineJust when thy

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Marmion . Our youthful sumnaer oft we seeDance by on wings of game and glee,AVhile the dark storm reserves its rage,Against the winter of our age :As he, the ancient Chief of Trov,His manhood spent in peace and joy ;But Grecian fires, and Ljud alarms,Called ancient Priam forth to happy those, since each nuist drainHis share of pleasure, share of pain,—Then happy those, beloved of Heaven,To whom the mingled cup is given ;AVhose lenient sorrows find joys are chastened bj^ their such a lot, my Skene, was thine,When thou, of late, wert doomed to twineJust when thy bridal hour was by —The cypress with the myrtle on thy bride her Sire had blessed the union of his love must change its joyous wipe affections filial did the actions next his end,Speak more the father than the friend :Scarce had lamented Forbes paidThe tribute to his Minstrels shade ;The tale of fi-iendship scarce was told,Ere the narrators heart was co

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