His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.