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LUTE AND TAMBOURINE.
Dancing on the village green
To the lute and tambourine,
Whilst, above, the starry crowds
From their citadel of clouds
Gaze upon the merry scene,
Dancers, lute, and tambourine.
To the lute and tambourine,
Whilst, above, the starry crowds
From their citadel of clouds
Gaze upon the merry scene,
Dancers, lute, and tambourine.
Oh! what spirit of the air
Springs so light, or gay, or fair,
As the heart of youth and maid
Tripping through the moonlight glade?
Oh! to be as I have been,
Dancing to the tambourine!
Springs so light, or gay, or fair,
As the heart of youth and maid
Tripping through the moonlight glade?
Oh! to be as I have been,
Dancing to the tambourine!
Rank, thou hast not aught so bright—
Wealth, thy feet are not so light.
Fame—oh! Fame, doth life forego
For a life it ne'er shall know:
Would that they could all be seen
Dancing to the tambourine.
Wealth, thy feet are not so light.
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For a life it ne'er shall know:
Would that they could all be seen
Dancing to the tambourine.
I would have all Nature glad,
Nothing silent—nothing sad;
I would have the world to be
Children of one family:
Every village have its green,
Dancers, lute, and tambourine.
Nothing silent—nothing sad;
I would have the world to be
Children of one family:
Every village have its green,
Dancers, lute, and tambourine.
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