Trifles

"Not long the living weep above their dead,              And you will grieve, Admetus, but not long.              The winter's silence i"

"When first I stood before you,                      Isabel,              I stood there to adore you,                      In your spel"

"Green moss will creep              Along the shady graves where we shall sleep.              Each year will bring              Anothe"

"Some time, far hence, when Autumn sheds                 Her frost upon your hair,              And you together sit at dusk,"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"