tunes

In the night where thine eyes are as moons are in heaven, the night where thou art,

Where the silence is more than all tunes, where sleep overflows from the heart,

Where the poppies are sweet as the rose in our world, and the red rose is white,

So happy may you live and die.

Meanwhile my days in tunes I'll spend,

Till my weak lays with me shall end.

An altar made after the ancient fashion. 10

Here, when the pipe with solemn tunes doth sound,

The annual pomp goes on the covered[430] ground.

All wasting years have that complaint now[268] worn.

Thy tunes let this rare bird's sad funeral borrow;

Itys[269] a great, but ancient cause of sorrow. 10

was the biggest evening ever at the Senegalese bar.

They played several lively popular tunes, but the Sene-

galese boys yelled for “Shake That Thing.” Banjo

I shall return to hear the fiddle and fife

Of village dances, dear delicious tunes

That stir the hidden depths of native life,

'Tis still their fates

To warble tunes that nails might draw from slates.

Poor Seraphim!

The bramble bush, where birds of every kind

To the waters' fall their tunes attemper right.