snow lies deep on lawn and lea, The skies are shining overhead, The robin’s tame that was so free. Far North, at home, the ‘barley bree’  They brew; they give the hour to folly, How ‘Rab and Allan cam to pree,’  They sing, we sing Heigh-ho, the Holly!

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ENVOI

Friend, let us pay the wonted fee, The yearly tithe of mirth: be jolly! It is a duty so to be, Though half we sigh, Heigh-ho, the Holly!

p. 36POSCIMUR

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FROM HORACE

FROM HORACE

Hush, for they call! If in the shade, My lute, we twain have idly strayed, And song for many a season made, Once more reply; Once more we’ll play as we have played, My lute and I!

Hush

Roman the song: the strain you know, The Lesbian wrought it long ago. Now singing as he charged the foe, Now in the bay, Where safe in the shore-water’s flow His galleys lay.

So sang he Bacchus and the Nine, And Venus and her boy divine, p. 37And Lycus of the dusky eyne, The dusky hair; So shalt thou sing, ah, Lute of mine, Of all things fair;

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Apollo’s glory! Sounding shell, Thou lute, to Jove desirable, When soft thine accents sigh and swell At festival— Delight more dear than words can tell, Attend my call!

p. 38ON HIS DEAD SEA-MEW

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FROM THE GREEK

FROM THE GREEK

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