Songs of the Cavaliers and Roundheads, Jacobite Ballads, &C. &C

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1857 Excerpt: ... A YEAR AGO; OR, THE DEAD TWELVEMONTH. I Where's the maiden with downcast eyes, And voice all whispers, murmurs and sighs, i Breath like the flowers, when the west winds blow? God o' mercy! why, lord, I trow! (Other men have broken a vow), She's dead and buried a year ago! Where's the friend, so gentle and calm, With his soft hand pressing your sturdier arm, i And his ready greeting and clasp, I trow? God o' mercy! why death, sir, broke That friend's meek heart with a sudden stroke! He's dead and buried this year ago! Then where's the child I saw you kiss, Your old face flushed with a father's bliss, As he on your knees leaped to and fro? O God o' mercy! the tuff's still green Over the youngster's grave, I ween; He's dead and buried a year ago! MERCUTIO'S LOVE LINES. Softest foot upon the rashes--Softest foot upon the rashes; Her darling foot will press a rose, Yet never kill the flower it crashes. Whiter hand no lover kisses--Whiter hand no lover kisses; Soft between her breasts of snow Nestles love and all his blisses. Eyes, as dark as violet shadows--Eyes, as dark as violet shadows; A smile as sweet, and gay, and soft As April sunshine on the meadows. Voice like whispering woods in summer Voice like whispering woods in summer Soft and low as June winds blow In the warm midnights of summer. REGRETS. One by one--yes! still they say--So the hours will die away, So the Aprils yield to May. Long ago--yes! very long--Then I cared for mirth and song, Then I grappled with the throng. Dead and gone--yes! gone away, As the rose melts into clay, When the frost the blossoms slay. Come and go--ah! so we do, Passing as the flowers and dew--Bitter saying, yet too true. 'Life is short--and art is long;' 'Tis the burden of the song, We're repeating all day long. Time flie...