Echoes from Kottabos Author:Edward Sullivan, Robert Yelverton Tyrrell Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: NESSUN MAGGIOR DOLORE! No greater grief! Is it then always grief Remembering happier times in times of sorrow ? Does one day of delight ne'er bring relief ... more » To the sick soul on a despairful morrow ? Past joys are a possession. Oft we borrow Strength for our present pain from out the brief Bright moments garner'd long in memory's sheaf: August's rich grains make glad December's furrow. Have mine eyes once with any wealth been blest Of coast, sea, sky, or heaven-suggesting face ; Mine ears drunk highest music when she sung Who was my life of life, whose gentle breast From the world's rush was my one resting place;— Blind, deaf, and old, I see, hear, still am young. NEVER (after De Musset) " Never," you said to me the other night, While the sad music fill'd the air with sighs; " Never," you said, while in your own despite Love lit the azure sadness of your eyes. " Never," you said again with accent low, And mournful smile, as smiles the marble, pale; But the proud thought of what you might bestow Veil'd you with blushes, as a jealous veil. Oh, what a word, and what a world of woe! I did not see the fair face all aglow, Or the pale smile when to my lips love rose; Fair was the face, but than the soul less fair, On this I gazed, my love was centred there— And yet I saw your heart close as a flower doth close. BALLAD OF GRAF BROM Old Graf Brom is dying at last, He's alone in his room, and sinking fast; And his shutter is push'd by the bluff night blast Howling oh wul lul—lul lul lul lo—ho! ho ! Howling oh wul lul—lul lul lul—lo ! His lips are gluey, extremities cold, His nose is pinch'd, and the life-blood roll'd With a slow, dull beat, like a bell that is toll'd, With a dead wul lul—lul lul—lo ! Tis dismal...« less