Must needs express his love's excess (O sorrow and shame should this be true!) So talks as it's most used to do. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Ἔρως ἄει λάληδρος έταιρος. In many ways doth the full heart reveal The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show. ALICE DU CLOS: OR THE FORKED TONGUE. A BALLAD. “One word with two meanings is the traitor's shield and shaft: and a slit tongue be his blazon !" Caucasian Proverb. “THE Sun is not yet risen, But the dawn lies red on the dew: Lord Julian has stolen from the hunters away, Is seeking, Lady, for you. Put on your dress of green, Your buskins and your quiver; Lord Julian is a hasty man, Long waiting brook'd he never. I dare not doubt him, that he means Your lord and master for to be, O Lady! throw your book aside! I would not that my Lord should chide.” Thus spake Sir Hugh the vassal knight To Alice, child of old Du Clos, As spotless fair, as airy light As that moonshiny doe, The gold star on its brow, her sire's ancestral crest! She in the garden bower below Ah! earliest-opened flower; While yet with keen unblunted light The morning star shone opposite The lattice of her bower Alone of all the starry host, Of flight and fear he stay'd behind, O! Alice could read passing well, The vassal's speech, his taunting vein, She rais'd her head, nor did she deign 'Off, traitor friend! how dar'st thou fix Thy wanton gaze on me? And why, against my earnest suit, She said and with a baleful smile Like a huge billow from a bark That shouldering sideways in mid plunge, And staggering onward, leaves the ear And Alice sate with troubled mien |