Vanderings With the Muses

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Excerpt from Vanderings With the Muses: Or Fugistive Poems Song of the Old Year Hush! hush! I am dying, come, mourn for me now, For the cold hand of death has been passed o'er my brow, Let the muffled bells chant a sad knell o'er my grave, Ere obliviion engulph me beneath its dark wave. You welcomed me in with fond gladness and mirth, And happiness circled round many a hearth, But onward I sped, like a ghost in the night - And eyes became dime that once beam'd with delight. And onward, and onward, and onward I sped, And the Peer and the Peasant - I witnessed them dead: And the maiden that hail'd my bright advent with glee Lies now in the valley, beneath the yew tree. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.