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PART IV. WELSH SONGS. |
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CCXLV1I LIFE AND ITS FOLLIES ARE FADING AWAY |
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Near me, in silence, my harp lies unstrung ; Weak are my fingers, and faltering my tongue ! Tuneful companion, we parted must be ; Thou canst no longer bring comfort to me.
Vet ere we sever, thy master would fain
Swan-like expire in a last dying strain ;
And when above him the cypress boughs wave,
Spirits shall murmur it over his grave.
Words 'translated from Talhaiarn) by Oliphant Tune David of the White Rock.
From Thomas's Welsh Melodies. |
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