Forgotten for aye, like the wonderful Tidd.
Envoy.
How quickly the summers and winters are o’er!
They linger not now as in childhood they did.
Soon we shall be treading yon shadowy shore,
Forgotten for aye like the wonderful Tidd!
The first verse of each of the other two ballades will suffice:—
Ballade of the Honest Lawyer.
The “noble savage” of long ago
Within a hundred tomes we find;