James Edwin Campbell Poems

Heinrich, bring us three bottles of wine -
What shall it be, boys? Sherry or port?
Cheers for old Bacchus, god of the vine,
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Poor harlot, Mary Magdalene,
Into the feast with trembling crept,
Past frowns that stabbed her with their hate
And falling at His feet she wept.
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O, come erlong, come erlong,
Wut's de use er hol'in' back;
O, hit it strong, er hit it strong,
Mek de ol' flo' ben' an' crack.
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O, de light-bugs glimmer down de lane,
Merlindy! Merlindy!
O, de whip'-will callin' notes ur pain -
Merlindy, O, Merlindy!
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I stood beside the Summer sea
And watched far out my Fisher Lass
Row swiftly in her boat to me,
And the sea shone like a glass.
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Some friends I had, they numbered three -
Tom, Lee and Ben; staunch friends were we.
O, life was sweet and life was young,
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Before the wide-mouthed hearth I sit,
While rudely roars the wind outdoor;
Upon the walls strange shadows flit
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The clanging fire-bells shook the air,
The maddened crowd roared like the sea
And hurled its human waves 'gainst me -
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Hist, Dolores, I am coming,
Gently my guitar I'm thrumming,
'Neath thy casement softly humming,
Dolores, O, carissima!
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O, mystic Land of Some Day,
For thee our sails are spread;
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