Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
MARY'S LAMENT. |
Poems, on sacred and other subjects | ||
MARY'S LAMENT.
Now no longer with pleasure the meadows I tread,
For the sweet smiles of nature from me are all fled;
And here I stray
The live-long day
In solitude and pain,
To mourn the fate
Of him who late
At Waterloo was slain.
For the sweet smiles of nature from me are all fled;
And here I stray
The live-long day
In solitude and pain,
To mourn the fate
Of him who late
At Waterloo was slain.
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Though the thrush sweetly carols, at evening and morn,
From the green fragrant birch or the white flowery thorn,
Yet still from me
Doth pleasure flee,
Ne'er to return again;
For my love lies,
No more to rise,
On Waterloo's red plain.
From the green fragrant birch or the white flowery thorn,
Yet still from me
Doth pleasure flee,
Ne'er to return again;
For my love lies,
No more to rise,
On Waterloo's red plain.
Then I'll mingle my sighs with the wail of the dove,
For she has lost her mate now, and I've lost my love;
And, till to death
I yield my breath,
I'll constantly complain,
For the hard fate
Of him who late
At Waterloo was slain.
For she has lost her mate now, and I've lost my love;
And, till to death
I yield my breath,
I'll constantly complain,
For the hard fate
Of him who late
At Waterloo was slain.
Poems, on sacred and other subjects | ||