All on a golden summer day, As through the leaves a single ray Of yellow sunshine finds its way So bright, so bright; The wakened birds that blithely sing Seem welcoming another spring;...
Poet, my master, come, tell me true, And how are your verses made? Ah! that is the easiest thing to do: - You take a cloud of a silvern hue, A tender smile or a sprig of rue,...
At Marliave's when eventide Finds rare companions at my side, The laughter of each merry guest At quaint conceit, or kindly jest, Makes golden moments swiftly glide. No voice unkind our faults to chide,...
I fill my goblet to the brim And clink the glasses rim to rim. Across the board I waft a kiss With thanks for such an hour as this, And clasping joy, bid sorrow flee, And welcome you my vis-'-vis.
Give me but a bit to eat, And an hour or two, Just a salad and a sweet, And a chat with you. Give me table full or bare, Crust or rich ragout; But whatever be the fare, Always give me you.
Saint Botolph flourished in the olden time, In the days when the saints were in their prime. Oh, his feet were bare and bruised and cold, But his heart was warm and as pure as gold....
"Now what is that, my daughter dear, upon thy cheek so fair?" "'Tis but a kiss, my mother dear - kind fortune sent it there. It was a courteous stranger-man that gave it unto me,...