Theatre Of Tragedy A Song By The Hearth
"E'er and anon, thence hither - Yore of this glum gauntness. Ye eavesdroppest to my plea - Tarry not thy fealty! Stint this bereavement dear friend! - Wherefore dreegh me? Nay leech, nay witch, Doth but to cede my pall!" Harness gilded, steed mounted. Stern - I deem - a sire of conquer. Alack! - Solely bethought - Mayhap a song by the hearth?! Uncouth esquire parch'd my veins - Drat this sapling-drag! - Fray me! - And heed me! - Aye! - Be naught! - Should ye muster daggers in thy brow! "Fare well! - my kinsmen - I have drunk my last ale - Eat and drink well - O! - Behold my final skirmish." Crops be irk'd by draught - Kinsmen waylain by robbers - Kine of thine stampeding - Curse thee fore'ermore! Until then ne'er will I drink wine, Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey!
