The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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“How soft, how cheerful, sound yon bells
Within my native vale;
And every tone sweet echo tells,
That flies along the dale!
Within my native vale;
And every tone sweet echo tells,
That flies along the dale!
And thus, my Henry, shall they sound
When we together join,
And Hymen has our wishes crowned,
And thou art ever mine.
When we together join,
And Hymen has our wishes crowned,
And thou art ever mine.
Contentment, hov'ring on his wings,
Shall at the wedding be;
And viols, with their tuneful strings,
Shall trill sweet harmony.
Shall at the wedding be;
And viols, with their tuneful strings,
Shall trill sweet harmony.
The hautboy and the shepherd's flute,
Shall breathe a joyful air;
The dulcimer and mellow lute,
Shall swell the octaves there.
Shall breathe a joyful air;
The dulcimer and mellow lute,
Shall swell the octaves there.
The nymphs, and all the cheerful Nine,
Unseen shall each inspire;
While Bacchus brings the choicest wine,
And Vesta lights the fire.
Unseen shall each inspire;
While Bacchus brings the choicest wine,
And Vesta lights the fire.
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The virgins, with their tresses bound
By many a wreath of flowers,
Shall wish their youths, like mine, were found,
And all their bliss like ours.
By many a wreath of flowers,
Shall wish their youths, like mine, were found,
And all their bliss like ours.
The world that day may roll away;
But all, so blest with love,
Shall scarcely know the eve from day,
Nor think the moments move.”
But all, so blest with love,
Shall scarcely know the eve from day,
Nor think the moments move.”
Thus thought the maid—'twas truth she spoke,
As she in raptures slept;
But, disappointed, when she woke,
That all was air—she wept.
As she in raptures slept;
But, disappointed, when she woke,
That all was air—she wept.
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