Ban and Arriere Ban by Andrew Lang
page 3 of 73 (04%)
page 3 of 73 (04%)
|
Notes
DEDICATION: TO ELEANOR CHARLOTTE SELLAR 'Ban and Arriere Ban!' a host Broken, beaten, all unled, They return as doth a ghost From the dead. Sad or glad my rallied rhymes, Sought our dusty papers through, For the sake of other times Come to you. Times and places new we know, Faces fresh and seasons strange But the friends of long ago Do not change. ERRATUM: Reader, a blot hath escaped the watchfulness of the setter forth: if thou wilt thou mayst amend it. The sonnet on the forty-fourth page, against all right Italianate laws, hath but thirteen lines withal: add another to thy liking, if thou art a Maker; or, if thou art none, even be content with what is set |
|