Nor bandit cavalcade
Tore from the trembling father’s arms
His all-accomplish’d maid.
For her how happy had it been!
And Heaven had spared to me
To see one sad, ungather’d rose
On my ancestral tree.
THE HEIGHT OF THE RIDICULOUS.
Nor bandit cavalcade
Tore from the trembling father’s arms
His all-accomplish’d maid.
For her how happy had it been!
And Heaven had spared to me
To see one sad, ungather’d rose
On my ancestral tree.
THE HEIGHT OF THE RIDICULOUS.