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a ballad.
"Of a cheek like this to wither the bloom
Alas! 'tis a deadly crime!
So I'll sit no more by the lonely tomb,
'Tis good to repent in time."
Alas! 'tis a deadly crime!
So I'll sit no more by the lonely tomb,
'Tis good to repent in time."
Then her maidens braided her yellow hair,
And with jewels deck'd her brow;
And they tinted that Lady's cheek so fair,
With the rose-bud's softest glow.
And with jewels deck'd her brow;
And they tinted that Lady's cheek so fair,
With the rose-bud's softest glow.
And her mantle of silk it floated proud
Around her slender form,
While her Lord lay wrapt in his mould'ring shroud,
A feast for the crawling worm!
Around her slender form,
While her Lord lay wrapt in his mould'ring shroud,
A feast for the crawling worm!
But the dead are gone, and we may be gay;
Time mocks us from our sorrow,
Time mocks us from our sorrow,
