Thomas Campbell

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing
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Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing;
Wed or cease to woo.

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true:
Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you,
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Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true:
Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you,
For ye waft me to summers of old,
When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight,
And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight,
Like treasures of silver and gold.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.