Sir Henry Taylor Poems

A cloudy night descended on the slopes
Of Mountfield, and the scatter'd woods beyond,
Where lay the Saxon force; and now the wind,
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A drift of wind
when August wheeled
brought back to mind
an alfalfa field
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QUOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife
   To heart of neither wife nor maid--
Lead we not here a jolly life
   Betwixt the shine and shade?
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She was a creature framed by love divine
For mortal love to muse a life away
In pondering her perfections; so unmoved
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Once more we come with heart and hand,
In warm and earnest greeting:
Once more we form in goodly band,
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The whole wide world is but the same,
Tracked by those foemen, Care and Grief;
While every human hope would claim
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Athulf.
- Appeared
The princess with that merry child Prince Guy:
He loves me well, and made her stop and sit,
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Dear Alice, through much mockery of yours
(Impatient of my labours long and slow
And small results that I made haste to show
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