Song, at the Feast of Brougham Castle by William Wordsworth
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate.
And Emont’s murmur mingled with the Song.–
The words of ancient time I thus translate,
A festal Strain that hath been silent long.
From Town to Town, from Tower to Tower,
The Red Rose is a gladsome Flower.
Her thirty years of Winter past;
The Red Rose is revived at last;
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