 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
WHISPER LOW!
In days of old, when first I told
A tale so bold, my love, to thee,
In falt'ring voice I sought thy choice,
And did rejoice thy blush to see;
With downcast eyes thou heard'st my sighs,
And hope reveal'd her dawn to me,
As, soft and slow, with passion's glow,
I whisp'red low my love to thee.
A tale so bold, my love, to thee,
In falt'ring voice I sought thy choice,
And did rejoice thy blush to see;
With downcast eyes thou heard'st my sighs,
And hope reveal'd her dawn to me,
As, soft and slow, with passion's glow,
I whisp'red low my love to thee.
The cannon loud, in deadly breach,
May thunder on the shrinking foe:
'Tis anger is but loud of speech—
The voice of love is soft and low.
The tempest's shout, the battle's rout,
Make havoc wild we weep to see;
But summer wind, and friends, when kind,
All whisper low, as I to thee.
May thunder on the shrinking foe:
'Tis anger is but loud of speech—
The voice of love is soft and low.
The tempest's shout, the battle's rout,
Make havoc wild we weep to see;
But summer wind, and friends, when kind,
All whisper low, as I to thee.
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Now gallants gay in pride of youth,
Say, would you win the fair one's ear,
Your votive pray'r be short and sooth,
And whisper low, and she will hear.
The matin bell may loudly tell
The bridal morn, when all may hear;
But at the time of vesper chime—
Oh! whisper low in beauty's ear.
Say, would you win the fair one's ear,
Your votive pray'r be short and sooth,
And whisper low, and she will hear.
The matin bell may loudly tell
The bridal morn, when all may hear;
But at the time of vesper chime—
Oh! whisper low in beauty's ear.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |