Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 326
e were-wolfs bark,Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. i88i.] THE ST. NICHOLAS TREASURE-BOX. 305 But when I older grew,Joining a corsairs crew,Oer the dark sea I flewWith the marauders.Wild was the life we led;Many the souls that sped,Many the hearts that bled,By our stern orders. And as… … • Many a wassail-boutWore the long Winter out;Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing,As we the Berserks taleMeasured in cups of ale,Draining the oaken pail, Filled to oerfiowing. Once, as I told in gleeTales of the stormy sea,Soft eyes did gaze on me,Burning, yet tender. Under its loosened…
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