Easy the answer were to know And plain to understand, That mind and memory both must fail, Or e'er that land Could pictured be less bright and fair The stranger ne'er forgets, then how should she? - - Cease the soft sounds, the mellow voice is mute, And quivers to a close that plaintive lady's lute. Pass we to matters masculine; to strains Where weightier themes may pay the reader's pains. Again disclose we counsels of the wise, Deeds of the warlike : - let the Curtain rise. |