OH, lovers’ eyes are sharp to see… And lovers’ ears in hearing; And love, in life’s extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering! Disease had been in Mary’s bower

Fair Brussels, thou art far behin… Though, lingering on the morning w… We yet may hear the hour Pealed over orchard and canal, With voice prolonged and measured…

Hear what Highland Nora said, - ‘The Earlie’s son I will not wed, Should all the race of nature die, And none be left but he and I. For all the gold, for all the gear…

As lords their labourers’ hire del… Fate quits our toil with hopes to… Which, if far short of present pay… Still, owns a debt and names a sum… Quit not the pledge, frail suffere…

Glowing with love, on fire for fam… A Troubadour that hated sorrow Beneath his lady’s window came, And thus he sung his last good-mor… ‘My arm it is my country’s right,

An ancient minstrel sagely said, ‘Where is the life which late we l… That motley clown in Arden wood, Whom humorous Jaques with envy vi… Not even that clown could amplify,

Viewless essence, thin and bare, Well nigh melted into air, Still with fondness hovering near The earthly form thou once didst w… Pause upon thy pinion’s flight;

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and… As in that well-remember’d night When first thy mystic braid was wo… And first my Agnes whisper’d love… Since then how often hast thou pre…

When dark December glooms the day… And takes our autumn joys away; When short and scant the sunbeam t… Upon the weary waste of snows, A cold and profitless regard,

When the heathen trumpet’s clang Round beleaguer’d Chester rang, Veiled nun and friar grey March’d from Bangor’s fair Abbaye… High their holy anthem sounds,

And said I that my limbs were old… And said I that my blood was cold… And that my kindly fire was fled, And my poor wither’d heart was dea… And that I might not sing of love…

Soldier, wake - the day is peeping… Honour ne’er was won in sleeping, Never when the sunbeams still Lay unreflected on the hill: ’Tis when they are glinted back

I’ll give thee, good fellow, a twe… To search Europe through, from By… But ne’er shall you find, should y… So happy a man as the Barefooted… Your knight for his lady pricks fo…

All joy was bereft me the day that… And climb’d the tall vessel to sai… O weary betide it! I wander’d bes… And bann’d it for parting my Will… Far o’er the wave hast thou follow…