...pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock...I died. Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with lore, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? O tell her,...

...pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. ' O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart « Would rock...herself, when all the woods are green ? ' O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long...

...second, " 0 swallow, swallow," though pretty, is rather insignificant, despite the one sweet verse, " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying...To clothe herself, when all the woods are green." There is far more poetry, and even more meaning, in the Princess's poetical comments. The discovery...

...between the lines in the Swallow Song, Princess, iv. 84 — " 0 were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died," — and a passage in that favourite volume of Early English students, Harl. MS. 2253, fol. 07, where...

...pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. " O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock...herself, when all the woods are green ? " O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long...

...pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. " 0 were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle, till I died ! " Why liugereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when...

...is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. " O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock...herself, when all the woods are green ? " O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long...

...is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. " O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock...herself, when all the woods are green ? " O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown: Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since...

...nnd trill, And chirp and twitter twenty million loves. " 0 were I there, that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle, till I died." The love passages in the " Princess" are some of the finest descriptions ever penned, rich, exquisite,...

...work gives her in my eyes. I sometimes wish that she were a little less independent. "Why ling'reth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying, as the...delays, To clothe herself when all the woods are green ?" The days go by in quiet happiness ; but no particular incident of mark has signalized them, and...