WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST
by: Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)
- HERE shall the lover rest
- Whom the fates sever
- From his true maiden's breast
- Parted for ever?
- Where, through groves deep and high
- Sounds the far billow,
- Where early violets die
- Under the willow.
- Eleu loro
- Soft shall be his pillow.
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- There through the summer day
- Cool streams are laving;
- There, while the tempests sway,
- Scarce are boughs waving;
- There thy rest shalt thou take,
- Parted for ever,
- Never again to wake,
- Never, O never!
- Eleu loro
- Never, O never!
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- Where shall the traitor rest,
- He, the deceiver,
- Who could win maiden's breast,
- Ruin, and leave her?
- In the lost battle,
- Borne down by the flying,
- Where mingles war's rattle
- With groans of the dying;
- Eleu loro
- There shall he be lying.
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- Her wing shall the eagle flap
- O'er the falsehearted;
- His warm blood the wolf shall lap
- Ere life be parted:
- Shame and dishonour sit
- By his grave ever;
- Blessing shall hallow it
- Never, O never!
- Eleu loro
- Never, O never!
"Where Shall the Lover Rest"
is reprinted from The Golden Treasury. Ed. Francis T.
Palgrave. London: Macmillan, 1875. |
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