It's fun to a fellow who's getting old.。，I mind it well, by the sea-beach lying,
I, lass, have lived no gipsy, flaunting。，The glacier-green Rosanna sings
King Skull in the black confessionals。，Born to become the Great Juggler's han'ful:
Walks the misty meadow.。，I'll wager they'll all of 'em dine to-day!
The powers that Nature gave me,。，For if people will give, why, who'll refuse?
Whate'er I be, old England is my dam!。，Is purple, and orange, and gray:
I'm nothing of a fox, nor of a lamb;。，Coin I've stored, and you won't be wanting:
- O death-white mouth! O cast me down!。，She's a dish for a man who's a mind to be poor;
Donkey, sheep, geese, and thatched ale-house -。，I rather pitch'd upon the wrong note.
。，He nods now and then at the name on his door:
。，'Death's my neighbour,'
My bride wore the hood of a Beguine,。，We've travelled times to this old common:
Has bent to man!。，The land is dark, the night is late:
IV。，The girl for her babe hummed prayerful speech;
BY THE ROSANNA--TO F. M. STANZER THAL, TYROL。，And the value of honest love I know:-
The hypocrite is master here,。，And she was won in death!
，Their eyes the fire of Sirius.。，Unless, like me, you lie here flat,