Glimpses of Antiquity Being a collection of metrical sketches, in the form of ballads, lyrics, &c., with main reference to mediaeval times or classical subjects. By George F. Preston [i.e. J. B. L. Warren] |
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REVEILLÉ.
Arise, arise, why linger here?
The lark is singing to the morn;
The summer day shows brighter cheer,
Because it had a cloudy dawn.
The sullen vapour 'gainst the sun
Disputes from tree to tree his ground,
A hundred echoes mock the gun
Of forester on early round.
The lark is singing to the morn;
The summer day shows brighter cheer,
Because it had a cloudy dawn.
The sullen vapour 'gainst the sun
Disputes from tree to tree his ground,
A hundred echoes mock the gun
Of forester on early round.
Dearest, let us walk together,
Out into the glorious morn;
Roses love this balmy weather,
Gossamer decks out the thorn;
Heavy rosebuds seem to listen,
They shall lend you blushes, sweet!
And the gossamer shall glisten,
Diamonds, round your fairy feet.
Out into the glorious morn;
Roses love this balmy weather,
Gossamer decks out the thorn;
Heavy rosebuds seem to listen,
They shall lend you blushes, sweet!
And the gossamer shall glisten,
Diamonds, round your fairy feet.
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Listen to the water falling
Down yon cascade's rocky track;
With a torrent music calling
Its pale rainbow's colour back!
Now a hoarser strain has risen,
With the whirl of pinions blent,
Where on oak by lightning riven
Starlings hold their parliament.
Down yon cascade's rocky track;
With a torrent music calling
Its pale rainbow's colour back!
Now a hoarser strain has risen,
With the whirl of pinions blent,
Where on oak by lightning riven
Starlings hold their parliament.
Forward then! the woods are gay—
Who at home in May would bide!
Daffodils come out in May,
May, of months the lover's pride!
Forward! while the sun may shine!
Forward! while the skies are blue!
Winter comes—and Lady mine,
Life will have its winter too!
Who at home in May would bide!
Daffodils come out in May,
May, of months the lover's pride!
Forward! while the sun may shine!
Forward! while the skies are blue!
Winter comes—and Lady mine,
Life will have its winter too!
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