(1822.) Interque cædes Hector, et horrido Invictus accendit-"Quid atri Trojana virtus? ibitis, ibitis, Signa Jovis; jacet ille tandem Audax Achilles, et sapientior Donec labantes Grajugenum rates LORD ROLAND. LORD ROLAND rose, and went to mass, I'll deck with gems my bonnet's loop, And wear a feather fine, And when lorn lovers sit and droop, Sing merrily, sing merrily! Though Elgitha be thus untrue, Adèle is beauteous yet: And he that's baffled by the blue So welcome, welcome, hall or heath! So welcome, shower or shine! And wither there, thou willow wreath, Thou never shalt be mine ; Sing merrily, sing merrily! And fill the cup of wine. |