Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Æther to Nether, Still, duringly cling I on to this heather - Dew-scentéd blossom; thou wast pristine, The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen. Drat this creature of memories ill, Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell.
'Vaunt! - Devil tyne - Wadst thou wane fore'ermae; Daunt - sinsyne thence, Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?
Perforce and grinningly shall I maim in the vie - Alas dastard! - hanging by the noose die.
'Vaunt! - Devil tyne - Wadst thou wane fore'ermae; Daunt - sinsyne thence, Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?
'Come not wont to this uncouth Devil!, Lest to a Devil thou wilt translate...my Angel.
'Vaunt! - Devil tyne - Wadst thou wane fore'ermae; Daunt - sinsyne thence, Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?