Eleu Loro
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden’s breast Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die Under the willow. Eleu loro Soft shall be his pillow. There through the summer day Cool streams are laving: There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving; There thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake Never,
O never! Eleu loro Never,
O never! Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden’s breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war’s rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O’er the falsehearted; His warm blood the wolf shall lap Ere life be parted. Shame and dishonour sit By his grave ever; Blessing shall hallow it Never,
O never! Eleu loro Never,
O never!
Sir Walter Scott
Other author posts
Harp of the North Farewell!
Harp of the North, farewell The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending Resume thy wizard elm the fountain lending,...
Death Chant
Viewless essence, thin and bare, Well nigh melted into air, Still with fondness hovering The earthly form thou once didst wear,
Flora Macivors Song
There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale, But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael A stranger commanded —- it sunk on the land, It has frozen each heart, and benumb'd every hand
The Vision of Don Roderick
Introduction I Lives there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire May rise distinguished o'er the din of war; Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre Who sung beleaguered Ilion's evil star Such,
