 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
A CHARADE.
My First is often heard
By the lip of children spoken,
And we murmur out the word
When earth's dearest tie is broken.
My Second gives delight
To the desert pilgrim jaded,
In isles of verdure bright,
By the graceful palm o'ershaded.
By the lip of children spoken,
And we murmur out the word
When earth's dearest tie is broken.
My Second gives delight
To the desert pilgrim jaded,
In isles of verdure bright,
By the graceful palm o'ershaded.
My Whole to memory brings
One in the kirk-yard lying,
Whose wild and wailing strings
Woke melody undying:
A bard whose tender strain
The snooded maiden treasures,
While Norse-kings live again
In his more heroic measures
One in the kirk-yard lying,
Whose wild and wailing strings
Woke melody undying:
A bard whose tender strain
The snooded maiden treasures,
While Norse-kings live again
In his more heroic measures
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