On some of those old bed-rid nurses, Both. Who bade you do't? FIRE. The same! the same! Letters four do form his name. He let me loose, and cried, Halloo! All. He let us loose, and cried, Halloo! FAMINE. Wisdom comes with lack of food. They shall seize him and his brood Quas humilis tenero stylus olim effudit in ævo, Frons alia est, moresque alii, nova mentis imago, Pectore nunc gelido calidos miseremur amantes, Jamque arsisse pudet. Veteres tranquilla tumultus Mens horret relegensque alium putat ista locutum. PETRARCH. LOVE. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I The Moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, Few sorrows hath she of her own, The songs that make her grieve. I play'd a soft and doleful air, An old rude song, that suited well She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the Knight that wore I told her how he pined; and ah! She listen'd with a flitting blush, But when I told the cruel scorn That craz'd that bold and lovely Knight, And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and look'd him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight! |