Category: Poetry
A tale from out my western life you say? Something to while the Christmas Eve away; And something, too, to suit this festal time, With two old bachelors, long past their prime, Who as they sip in solitude their wine, Are filled with memories of Auld Lang Syne? Well,—I grant it...
A tale from out my western life you say? Something to while the Christmas Eve away; And something, too, to suit this festal time, With two old bachelors, long past their prime,...
2. Part 2Nor was that all, I'm half ashamed to tell The things we did beneath that sudden spell— For then we danced; yes, danced and danced again, 'Till I from weariness to rest was fain...
3. Part 3And after that all is to me quite vague, My memory seemed smitten by a plague; A strange uncertainty did all confuse, Things and events I saw through changing hues. My merry Ple...