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Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace
Our parting was fu' tender ;
We tore ourselves asunder;
That nipt my flower sae early!
That wraps my Highland Mary!
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips
I aft hae kissed sae fondly!
That dwelt on me sae kindly !
That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
When first I met Thee. WHEN
HEN first I met thee, warm and young,
There shone such truth about thee,
I did not dare to doubt thee.
Still clung with hope the fonder,
The heart, whose hopes could make it
Deserves that thou shouldst break it.
When every tongue thy follies named,
I fed the unwelcome story;
WHEN FIRST I JET THEE.
Or found, in e'en the faults they blamed,
Some gleams of future glory.
Conspired to wrong, to slight thee;
Some day, perhaps, thou'lt waken
The grief of hearts forsaken.
E'en now, though youth its bloom has shed,
No lights of age adorn thee :
And they who flatter, scorn thee.
No genial ties enwreath it;
I would not now surrender
For all thy guilty splendor!
And days may come, thou false one ! yet,
When e'en those ties shall sever;
On her thou'st lost forever;
With smiles had still received thee,
'Tis weakness to upbraid thee;
The Specter Boat.
Who broke her heart and died to hide her blushing
cheek from scorn. One night he dreamt he wooed her in their wonted bower of
love, Where the flowers sprang thick around them, and the birds
sang sweet above.
But the scene was swiftly changed into a churchyard's dismal
view, And her lips grew black beneath his kiss from love's delicious
hue, What more he dreamt, he told to none; but, shuddering,
pale, and dumb, Looked out upon the waves like one that knew his hour was
'T was now the dead watch of the night—the helm was lashed
a-lee, And the ship rode where Mount Ætna lights the deep Levan
tine sea ;
When beneath its glare a boat came, rowed by a woman in
her shroud, Who, with eyes that made our blood run cold, stood up and
spoke aloud :
“Come, traitor, down, for whom my ghost still wanders
unforgiven ! Come down, false Ferdinand, for whom I broke my peace
with heaven !" It was vain to hold the victim, for he plunged to meet her
call, Like the bird that shrieks and flutters in the gazing serpent's
THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS.
You may guess the boldest mariner shrunk daunted from the
sight, For the Specter and her winding-sheet shone blue with
hideous light; Like a fiery wheel the boat spun with the waving of her hand, And round they went, and down they went, as the cock crew from the land.
The Bridge of Sighs.
“Drowned ! Drowned ?"-HAMLET.
ONE more unfortunate
Take her up tenderly,
Look at her garments
Touch her not scornfully!
Make no deep scrutiny
Still, for all slips of hers
Loop up her tresses
Who was her father?
Alas! for the rarity