Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes! Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones!
William Winter, Blue and Black.
Ambition has but one reward for all:A little power, a little transient fame,A grave to rest in, and a fading name.William Winter
Though all the bards of earth were dead,And all their music passed away,What Nature wishes should be saidShe’ll find the rightful voice to say.William Winter
When will the dead world cease to dream,When will the morning break?William Winter
White sail upon the ocean verge,Just crimsoned by the setting sun,Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,Thy happy homeward course to runAnd winged hope, with heart of fire,To gain the bliss of thy desire.William Winter
The golden time of Long Ago.William Winter
His love was like the liberal air,—Embracing all, to cheer and bless;And every grief that mortals shareFound pity in his tenderness.William Winter
Fierce for the right, he bore his partIn strife with many a valiant foe;But Laughter winged his polished dart,And kindness tempered every blow.William Winter
Ambition has but one reward for all: a little power, a little transient fame, a grave to rest in, and a fading name!William Winter
But the grandsire's chair is empty, The cottage is dark and still; There's a nameless grave on the battle-field, And a new one under the hill.William Winter
Bring poppies for a weary mind That saddens in a senseless din.William Winter
His love was like the liberal air, Embracing all, to cheer and bless; And every grief that mortals share Found pity in his tenderness.William Winter