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Fluttering spread thy purple pinions,
Gentle Cupid o'er my heart;
A Love Song in the Modern Taste.
trouvons toujours quelque chose, qui ne nous déplaît pas." Of all the poems of the Dean, these on his own death appear, according to Mr. Nichols, who revised an edition of Swift's works in nineteen volumes, to have suffered the greatest mutilations. The copy, however, from which the extract here given is made, is, Mr. Nichols says, agreeable to Mr. Faulkner's copy, which was printed by Faulkner with the Dean's express permission."
* Written as a burlesque on the mawkish amatory poems so rife at the period. It has sometimes been attributed to Pope, and appears in some editions of his works as “ A Song by a Person of Quality." The reader will find this “ Love Song "in Pickering's Edition of Swift's Poetical Works, 3 vols. 12mo, 1833.
'Tis an old tale, and often told ; But did
fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me.
Where shall the lover rest,
Whom the fates sever,
Parted for ever?
Sounds the far billow,
Thus oft it haps, that when within,
A feather daunts the brave ;
Before their meanest slave.
Such dusky grandeur clothed the height,
And all the steep slope down,
Where's the coward that would not dare
Lightly from fair to fair he flew,
For monarchs ill can rivals brook,
Still linger, in our northern clime,
Introduction to Canto vi.
And darest thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall ?
O, what a tangled web we weave
Another sight had seen that morn,
At times one warning trumpet blown,
At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain throne,
King James did rushing come.
O, woman! in our hours of ease,
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
With dying hand, above his head,
And shouted “ Victory !--
Were the last words of Marmion.
Still from the sire the son shall hear
Of Flodden's fatal field,
And broken was her shield !
To all, to each, a fair good night,
LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
The last of all the Bards was he
Lines 7, 8.